Of course this isn't the original Monet's painting but it is an oil painting on canvas of Monet's "Madame Monet and her son." It is over nine feet high and over seven feet wide. I first saw this painting hanging by the window at Fancy That Antique shop where I bought my gorgeous French cabinet.
Claude Monet has a huge influence on my life. I can relate to his art whether through his paintings or gardens. So, do I think it was fate that allowed me to own a little piece of Monet? I think so. This is the original painting.
The original has more green tint to it but mine has the perfect amount of blue to blend seamlessly into my living room wall. The painting was given to the shop owners Christian and his wife Katie as a wedding gift. Because of its large size, they put it in their shop window. They weren't sure if they could let it go either which I don't blame them. Of course, I went home and thought and thought about it. I had the perfect spot for it in my living room and I really wanted the girls to grow up around art and be surrounded by it. I went back a few days ago to ask about it again and guess what?? It is now all mine! MINE!! Ok, now I can go to sleep and stop obsessing about it.
My ceiling is about eight feet high which meant I had to figure out how I can lean this painting by the wall. Now, most smart people would think this through logically and wait until there is another person who weighs more than forty pounds to help them. I am not most smart people and I am nothing if not overly ambitious and ridiculously impatient. Lets just say I found myself trapped underneath a nine foot tall painting in my living room. After hearing all the loud crashing and me screaming, the girls came running out of their room and Aurora yelled, "Mommy died!" Ok, chill out, Ms. drama queen. This was one of those very few times where it sucks to be a single woman who hasn't work out in six months. I had to call a babysitter to come and help me lift the painting to its place...but boy, was it worth it? The girls are so smitten by it. Actually the first thing Bella said when she saw the painting in the living was "Mommy, what is Mary Poppins doing in our living room?"
When else am I ever going to find a painting like this again?
I know my house doesn't look like your typical home but what is a home really? Isn't it where we collect things that define us? A place that shows who we are as people and where we have been? Where we surround ourselves with love?
A home is a novel that keeps on writing and a story is only as interesting as people who live it. I like to think that our home tells a story that is pretty epic...and when you walk in, you might wonder to yourself...yeah those chicks...they got some interesting stories to tell.
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