Ptooey! Yuck. Blech. Disgusting.
The wall art (photo E for Eventually, I'll have a better place for these) will be replaced by some snapshots we took on our honeymoon and maybe a wedding picture, all hung in smart little white frames. Right now, we have what I once called my "grown up deorations." Sigh. Yes, it's a poster frame filled with postcards. But, have pity. I'd lived in an undecorated, windowless room in chilly Wellington, NZ for six months prior - my decorative senses were weak and fragile.So, here it is, in all of it's before glory. Get ready to be amazed by the transformative powers of blood, sweat and a tiny bit of spackle.