When we upgraded to an apartment with doors (so many glorious doors!), I was eight months pregnant and had limited energy for home improvement. Anyway, the fresh eggshell paint seemed so perfect and fragile. The apartment was too pristine for my messy influence, and I felt afraid to damage it with so much as a mezuzah. Our apartment is still a work in progress, still “new,” though now far from pristine.
While I was home with my daughter, I started to take a few risks to crack the shell of our apartment. In addition to our ketubah, I put up a series of nudes I had painted years ago. They were unframed, and seemed unbounded. While my daughter slept and my husband was at work, I painted a frame directly onto the wall. The next project was painting a flower garden close to the floor, incorporating mirror decals for my daughter to look into. Both of these projects were met with delight and requests for more, even to add one more, taller flower-mirror to our garden for our growing baby. But, as I have increased my time outside the house, those projects, like our living space itself, remain works in progress.