Growing up, we had wallpaper in every room. I mean, every single room. I'm surprised that the basement wasn't covered. That's growing up in the 70's and 80's in a Colonial built in the 60's for ya. I'm shocked my eyesight and brainwaves haven't been forever damaged by the trippiness of it all.
For a good 15 years, I've shunned wallpaper due to the horrific flashbacks and ongoing nightmares of the velvet mustard color doohickies on top a puke green backdrop.
Done.
Until recently.
I am now in love with wallpaper again.
Here's why...
I am now, officially, a convert.
