When I was visiting my father, we went to old town San Diego. Many of the buildings have been turned into small museums. It is the kind of place where you could picture it 150 years ago. Mine kind of place. I loved it. My father gifted me with these framed butterflies.
Something I will always treasure. I had a hard time picking a spot, for you want a place that will get no sunlight or the butterflies will fad. I finally found a spot but it felt a bit bare. I remembered these paper frames and thought they would be perfect.
I used roofing paper. It is my favorite paper for crafting and I keep a roll in my basement. That, a ruler and sharpie was all I used. The hardest part (which was not that hard) was the measuring of the paper. I attached the paper to the wall with little bits of tacky wax. Simple, simple but I love it.