“Oh no, not wallpaper! Anything but wallpaper,” my client spoke in obvious horror. Apparently I had just made a horrible faux-pas in even uttering the distasteful word wallpaper. I must say, I fear putting the reputation of my own established interior design business at risk in writing this article. It’s a chance I must take.
There…I’ve said it. And I’m positively happy to say it’s true.
I remember my dear Grandmother doing her own wallpapering in her ancient farmhouse. The effect was instant gratification: the tired old walls came alive with clusters of fresh strawberries on a field of crisp white.
As a result, my mother was quite fond of wallpaper (perhaps too fond). She installed her own vinyl-coated masterpieces in our family home. I remember helping her slather the back of each strip with the sloppy mess of thick glue, before smacking it onto the wall and wiping it carefully into place. Later, I relished the opportunity of choosing wallpaper for my pre-teen boudoir. And so, history repeats itself once again. In hindsight, I attribute these early wallpaper-related activities to my eventual interest in interior design as a career.
Do you like wallpaper? I’ll explore more on this interesting and controversial topic in future posts.
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