I've shown you some of the wall dressings here before but we change them around a lot.
In the interest of trying to learn new things, I thought I'd have a go at doing a link with
Punky and Me about walls. Ours are sentimentally dressed with eclectica from far away friends who are dearly missed...
and others from long ago in time that I have lost touch with but still think of whenever I notice their contribution to the walls.
There is a goodly amount of our childerbeasts' wall dressing in this house. I love the snap shots of that time in their growth. Did my new high schooler really draw and paint leaves?
Lala has a tendency to paper her walls with dressings- a potential wall hoarder.
The windows in this old farmhouse are one of favourite wall dressings as they give us so much lovely light.
They send shadows and moods around each room through the day that vary as much as the colours in Uluru.
Still amazing to me that the boy that was hunting toads with his friends last night used to draw flowers. I love this one. It reminds me there is a soft caramel centre in that wiry youth.
Shorty has the bug too. She brought this lot home from her first visit to kindy and often takes people in to look at it- very curatorial. By the way if anyone needs some nappies we seem to have completely stopped using them a while ago. Another phase passed. We could build a extension with the money we spent on nappies. In fact if we had kept those bulk boxes and filled them with straw and mud.....
This used to live in the boys' room when they were little. I painted it from one of their favourite Golden books- "The Sailor Dog". You know the one. They have slowly climbed up the lighthouse as they have grown up and their heights and those of their friends remain forever for me to sigh over. We made it detachable for a reason.
When my perfect neighbour, Bob, had to move into a 'home', fifty years of his sons' and grandchildren's' histories in his walk in pantry were painted out by the new owners. I could never have done it. To me it was a selling point!
Walls don't just hold the roof up here. They tend to hold a lot of special stories and love and lives as we all keep growing up together in the old farmhouse on the hill.
In the interest of trying to learn new things, I thought I'd have a go at doing a link with Punky and Me about walls. Ours are sentimentally dressed with eclectica from far away friends who are dearly missed...
and others from long ago in time that I have lost touch with but still think of whenever I notice their contribution to the walls.
There is a goodly amount of our childerbeasts' wall dressing in this house. I love the snap shots of that time in their growth. Did my new high schooler really draw and paint leaves?
Lala has a tendency to paper her walls with dressings- a potential wall hoarder.
The windows in this old farmhouse are one of favourite wall dressings as they give us so much lovely light.
They send shadows and moods around each room through the day that vary as much as the colours in Uluru.
Still amazing to me that the boy that was hunting toads with his friends last night used to draw flowers. I love this one. It reminds me there is a soft caramel centre in that wiry youth.
Shorty has the bug too. She brought this lot home from her first visit to kindy and often takes people in to look at it- very curatorial. By the way if anyone needs some nappies we seem to have completely stopped using them a while ago. Another phase passed. We could build a extension with the money we spent on nappies. In fact if we had kept those bulk boxes and filled them with straw and mud.....
This used to live in the boys' room when they were little. I painted it from one of their favourite Golden books- "The Sailor Dog". You know the one. They have slowly climbed up the lighthouse as they have grown up and their heights and those of their friends remain forever for me to sigh over. We made it detachable for a reason.
When my perfect neighbour, Bob, had to move into a 'home', fifty years of his sons' and grandchildren's' histories in his walk in pantry were painted out by the new owners. I could never have done it. To me it was a selling point!
Walls don't just hold the roof up here. They tend to hold a lot of special stories and love and lives as we all keep growing up together in the old farmhouse on the hill.
