She decided on a place to hang the mirror last night. It’d been sitting in our back bedroom for about 5 weeks since she bought it, and she’s been mulling over ideas on where to put it for some time. This is detail work…. you don’t rush detail work… you don’t rush art. So, when asked, after the kids had gone to sleep, if I’d hang it in the hallway, I agreed, We held it up and checked how it’d look in order to agree on it’s positioning. Taking the time to measure things out is a critical step when hanging things in our home. Something hung off center is almost as unforgivable as hanging something tilted ever so slightly….. don’t even get me started on the value of a level at a time like this.
Now, with the kids bedroom door only about 12 feet away, where they were sleeping at the time, I started the process of measuring and aligning where the holes would go.
Things went quite well. I marked, got confirmation, measured, measured again, and drilled away. Once the first of two screw holes was drilled and the wall anchor was in place, I checked and double-checked to ensure the second hole was absolutely perfect, and started drilling again. I felt the resistance against the drill as it bore through the wall, and a few moments later it seemed to spin free, and meet resistance again.
I stopped to double check that there wasn’t something wrong with where I was drilling. My first concern was that there might be wiring in the wall, but there were no switches or outlets at that position on the wall. I knew that the side of the oven was on the other side of the wall, but that was definitely well out of reach due to the pocket door… the pocket door that slides out to close the kitchen off from the entry way… the pocket door that was retracted at the time I’d been drilling both the first hole and this second one.
I started to pull the pocket door out and breathed a sigh of relief when I found that I’d not drilled into it on that second attempt. But as I continued to open it, the pristine and perfectly drilled hole from the first effort came into view, and I realized I’d drilled right though it when I made the hole for the first wall anchor.
Smooth, huh?
And yes, I am available for children’s parties.