Suspend them from the ceiling.
Over my bed.
With invisible thread.
Like a mobile for adults. No, seriously, I could stare at them for like a whole minute. Michael lies next to me and blows gusts of wind to make them fly around. So cool.
I may have used a glue gun to attach the thread to the ceiling.... Michael came in while I was doing it and said, "no, you aren't doing what I think you are doing". He really wasn't supposed to see that. Ha. Ha. Hehe.
I would be lying if I didn't say the first two nights we didn't have birds falling on us in the middle of the night, but they are securely glued now.
And, of course, my teenagers have already warned me to watch for falling origami spitballs/bird poop. So so funny. No one knows what a trend setter I am. Go ahead. Call me Emily Stewart. I like it.
1 comment:
I LOVE that you glued them to the ceiling! Jake would have killed me!!! ...Brilliant!
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