"Your ceiling is your fifth wall." I remember reading that in a magazine once.
Last weekend I remember telling Jahred, "I hate this vaulted ceiling. It's dead. I need to hang something from it, like...a canoe."
Jahred - "I saw a canoe. In the county park the other day. Well, only half a canoe. It was in the burn pile."
Me - "And you're just now telling me this? Axel, get in the car!!"
We pulled up to a grim sight – a canoe so ugly only a vaulted-ceiling-hater could love it. We crammed it into the van and took it home.
While the details I will photograph in the natural light of day, here is a preview of where that broken vessel ended up.
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