26 Apr For the love of wallpaper
When I was 8 years old, my parents build my childhood home that I lived in until I left for college. My Mother personally hung 126 rolls of wallpaper herself and I watched her in amazement. I vividly remember going to the shell of a house, as it was being constructed, and the smell of sawdust and drywall…and I will never forget the smell of wallpaper paste….lots of it. She had long wooden slats sitting on sawhorses and a pop up banquet table she used as her work space. She would roll out the paper in long pieces and put pieces together like a puzzle and the walls came to life. Color, texture, depth, and movement….all at the same time…Wallpaper! I loved wallpaper then and I love it now.