I know that there's been a lot of Authorial to discuss recently, and trust me, there's going to be a ton more Authorial coming your way in the next few months. But I don't want you to thing that I'm not doing a whole bunch of Mom stuff. Because I am. Boy, am I. Observe:
This is our entry way, or, if you're feeling 'fancy,' our foyer. Note the run-of-the-mill cream-colored walls. Boring! (Not the woodwork, though. The woodwork is anything but dull and one of the reasons we bought the house!) (Butternut, for all you wood fans out there.)
So, I've lived with the vanilla (literally!) walls for six years. But I bought wallpaper to cover them two years ago. It was my Valentine's Day present. Next time I get wallpaper for a gift, you can bet your bottom dollar that I'm going to get some installation to go with it.
Okay, no need to dwell on wallpaper that sat unseen under a bed for multiple years of my life. The important thing here is that we hung it, and now the end result is fabulous!
Because I'm what you call 'OCD' and my husband is what you call 'legally blind,' I was in charge of the detail cutting and trimming. I wield a mean utility knife, let me tell you.Yes, I'm on a ladder in this picture. I'm tall, but I'm not THAT tall.
The end result?
So much more formal and classy, although I'm fully aware that wallpaper may be one of the most subjective things out there, but I like it, and it's my house, so there.
BTW, that kind of light is called a pan light, because the body is shaped like a pan (duh!). I knew you'd want to know.
Why are we hanging wallpaper? Well, the short answer is that we're weird. The longer answer is that our house is on the Quincy Preserves Behind Closed Doors fall tour this coming Saturday, October 15, from 10 until 4! I'll be handing out some of those 2,000 bookmarks, so stop by and see the wallpaper for yourself!
So there you have it. In addition to being published by Harlequin, raising a child that verges on precocious, having my home on a tour, and being a fabulous chef (oh, wait...), I also make time in life to slap some well-aged paper on a wall. It's okay to be jealous. You didn't stab yourself with a utility knife!