Art is beautiful.

I've had prints that I've wanted to frame and put on my wall for quite a while of some beautiful mother and child art, in fact the same artist I linked to in a recent blog,  but I haven't because I hadn't found frames yet.  New frames are so expensive. I found a whole bunch of almost matching frames at a thrift shop and it's such a silly thing, but I got to hang these up today and they bring me great happiness.  I might paint the frames, haven't decided, and after I took photos I was feeling a little ocd about my imperfect rushed hanging job. But right now, they are imperfectly perfect and I love to see these on my wall, as they make me smile.