Papa knows his numbers. We “let” him figure out where to put the letters.
I knew if I lined up the letters, they would be slanted.
If this should happen, I know that I would hear him mumble every time he went up the stairs.
Papa likes things
perfect in order. It makes me laugh that he chose to marry me: the human tornado.
I’m his “jazz hands” and he stops me from selling our house for magic beans.
We go together like peas and carrots.
Back to the pin…
Then we started stenciling.
It took us a long time to think of what movie quote would best fit our family,
but we came up with a good one.
It suits us.
It was a lot of work and an “all hands on deck” pin, but we’re all glad that we tackled it.
Our stairs used to look like this:
And now, they look like this:
42 pins to go.
I love this summer!!