OK, so here’s two words I never thought I’d say again: I wallpapered.  (If you follow me on Instagram, you might have snuck a sneaky peaky.)

And, let me tell you, it’s no small miracle.

Fifteen years ago, I swore I would never-ever, ever-never, use wallpaper again.  That’s what happens when you strip and scrape four decade’s worth of wallpaper with your own hands.  By the time I tore the last piece of velvet flocked paper off the walls of our first home, I had developed a disease known to all owners of 1960s fixer uppers: Wallpaper Aversion Disorder.  (It’s real, I swear.)  READ MORE…