Hammer? Check. Nails? Check. Paintings? Check. But shoes? Well, one of my four year-old assistants somehow made it into the car without shoes today and I didn’t notice until we got to Andersonville. Luckily, it turns out that shoes are not necessary for hanging paintings! Between hammer duties and an ice cream break, it was a fun afternoon walking around our beloved old neighborhood.
I hope those paintings get found soon because there is a severe thunderstorm happening out there tonight. If not, it will be a great opportunity to find out if the plastic bags provide enough protection from the elements. Fingers crossed!