I was sixteen, with a freshly minted driver’s license and an old off white Oldsmobile Omega at my disposal. I spent hours cruising around. Gas was cheap, cell phone service was spotty at best, GPS was something from a scifi movie and there was more than enough time to see where the night took us. It took us everywhere – mainly because I was always lost and trying to find my way back to a highway.
Highways were confusing. Sometimes in order to go north, you had to go south, and really, maps were only useful if you already knew where you were.
Even after GPS became a feature of every phone and car, I remained lost. Phones don’t work when you are hiking the mountains in north Georgia. For a while
my mountain man hubby and I lived in the northern part of north Georgia. The only thing to do in the northern part of northern Georgia is hike around the mountains. In the mountains you have to use a topographical map.
These make even less sense than South highways that go North. You can only see topographical features from the top – completely useless if you’re slogging your way through the trees and Jurassic era ferns and man eating mosquitos.
After the gray paint fail, and the penny success, I spent some time sitting in the stairwell with a
nice glass of two buck chuck. It was dark with a glimmer of hope that the mess would end soon. The exact feeling that rose up every time I was lost and leaning over a car or against a tree trying to decipher where the magical map was telling me to go.
Maps as wall paper. Cool giant maps. Enough cool giant maps so no one in my home ever feels lost again.
Then I saw the prices and had to lie down – which was awkward – because I was on the stairs.
Wait, this is 2013. No one uses maps anymore. Surely there must be piles of road maps somewhere that a kind hearted soul is willing to give away. Well, not quite give away, but a road atlas is a heckuva lot cheaper than map wallpaper.
After some cutting and gluing, I ended up with a giant map mosaic.
Basically, you cut the large maps out of the atlas and paste them to the wall using wallpaper paste. Then you simply fill in the holes with smaller maps. The poor OCD part of my brain made me connect as many of the purple lines (highway 15, 55, 95, 92, 108 and who knows what else) as
humanely possible I could until I got bored and wanted to cry at the thought of gluing one more map.
After 23 hours, I managed to complete one wall. Well, the top half of one wall. The more I glued, the more I wanted to stop.
Wainscoting is starting to seem like a perfect solution to the bottom half of the wall.
To prove that we are making progress:
Yup… That’s what’s going for progress around here.
Don’t forget to check out the other sexy six Dueling Divas:
Sarah @ The Ugly Duckling House
- Micha @ Little Old House
- Christine @ Little House on the Corner
- Ann @ Our Handmade Home
- Nicki @ Perfect Prospect
Kit @ DIY Diva