Someone commented yesterday about the spacing and that them being crooked would set off their OCD. I was just proud of myself for hanging them. When I bought my first home in my late 20s I collected artwork that I never hung. I was frozen with fear of not hanging them correctly. Maybe they’d be too high or not in the right place. My perfectionist brain held me hostage. So my walls were blank, for years! Until one day a friend came over and hung them for me. I don’t remember now, but they may have hung to high or been better suited in a different place. What I do remember is how happy having them up made me. So, while these may not be perfect they make me feel happy. They made my kids happy when they came home and saw them. That made me feel great! I share this to say, “if you’re stuck by perfectionism, or anxiety, or fear to hang the picture. It might not be perfect, but it will feel good to have done it and the next time it might be even easier and feel even better.”
I have one more piece coming to hang and then it will be done and perfect 
