The yellow wallpaper

What is this?

a) The inside of a vampire's tomb
b) A goth style painting done by a first grader
c) The ugliest wallpaper one could ever imagine which also happened to be hanging on the wall in our master bathroom.

If you answered c, you win a prize! Yes, the previous owner of our new home actually thought it was a good idea to hang black glossy wallpaper with a scribble-scratch finish all over the bathroom wall. After all, is there any other way to perfectly complement bright yellow floor tile than with black? I don't know much about the previous owner other than the fact that he was gay. I don't mean to stereotype, but with ten out of ten male designers on television being as gay as the day is long, I wrongfully expected a little more in the style department.

So while Hubby was at work and I was home alone I decided that it was time to exercise those demons that lived on my wall by stripping off the wallpaper on my own. It was surprisingly very easy and I was so proud, until I saw this under it:

No, you didn't momentarily go on an acid trip. This is the wallpaper that was under the wallpaper in the main bathroom. Lesson learned: Be prepared for what you might find when you start peeling back those layers.

Until Next Time...

P.S. If you've never read the story The Yellow Wallpaper, it's about a woman who goes crazy staring at the yellow wallpaper in her house. I wonder if she lived in my bathroom.

Back to blogging

Helloooo out there! I'm here, I'm back and I'm still alive. With so much going on these days, blogging is just something I tend to neglect. I'm going to get better at it, for real this time.



So Logan will be one next month and he is starting to talk. I must admit that I love the period of time when babies start to talk and no one can understand them but their mom. It feels like he and I have our own secret little language. When everyone else thinks that he is just endlessly babbling da-da, mommy knows that da-da, dy-da, and dy-dy are three very distinct words (da-da, Kya, and bye-bye respectively) Today he shared a piece of bread with me and then screamed dy-doo! Manners already, I couldn't be more proud.