Sort of like this almost-ottoman that Rick built, our new wall decor is the same size as me. Here's proof:
|I probably could've taken off my fluorescent slippers for this photo.|
Unlike My Size Barbie, though, these 5' tall panels don't come with their own personal hair extensions and painted-on panties.
Bor-ing. Or less creepy? You decide.
They actually began their lives as dingy 7' bi-fold doors that I found abandoned in the basement, which, incidentally, is also where I would abandon my My Size Barbie, if I had one.
After all of the words were cut out, Rick helped me transfer the words to the panels using appropriately named transfer tape. It took some effort to make sure everything was lined up and not crooked, because even though we measured and marked where we wanted the words to be, the stickiness of the materials made this part a little tricky.
But in the end, we figured it out.
|What the...?! How'd that get in there?!|
I was certainly an avid Barbie lover in my day, but I was never lucky(?) enough to have a giant one. Or one that had been beheaded and glued to a plastic pedestal. How about you?