I know this sounds like a cheesy setup for a blog post, and it's way too coincidental, but I assure you, it's true: last night, I popped a tube on my bike, cutting my intended 65 mile ride into a short 7.5. I have a spare tube, tire wrenches, and pump with me at all times, which I thought I knew how to use. Turns out, I do not. It was a long walk to the bike shop. (Thankfully, I learned they have classes on how to fix a flat every Thursday at 7p. Guess where I'll be this week.)
Kate and I seem to have the same problem - extreme procrastination when it comes to framing artwork... And by extreme, I mean upwards of a decade, like so long, the print seems tirelessly outdate.
But here's a bit of motivation - once you actually get the art on the wall, you're can make something sweet out of the mailing tube. Like, perhaps enlist the help of some bold duct tape and felt, and create a wine rack you'll be proud to leave out to display, even if your vintage is more supermarket than sommelier.