Do it, do it!
That is awesome.
Unfortunately I wasn’t joking when I said I had no wall, either. The walls in my house either have doors/windows right smack in the middle of them, or they’re at weird mural-unfriendly angles, or they have wood paneling. I think there might be one room in the basement where it would work, but it’d be in the basement, in a storage room. Not really the high-traffic area I imagine.
My office would be great, but it has wood paneling.
Maybe I should just buy a big print and hang it up.
I’m having a lot of fun looking at that murals site myself. Maybe I ought to redecorate the kids’ rooms. 
I had a macrame lion head like this that hung on the wall over my bed. And used to shed itchy jute crap onto me. I was too young to think “I can always ask to be rid of this thing” since, in my child’s brain, I thought it was just part of “my room” so I just took it for years.
There was some watercolor farm type scene hanging over my dresser. It was one of these things where the bottom half is supposed to be water so you get reflections of the tree tops, etc. Except it wasn’t especially well done and the trees were conifers so the end result is that it looked like a farm with a cave or something under it with stalactites hanging down. Sort of creepy.
Finally, I had this smallish wall art that my grandfather did from some kit. It was gold beads on a black velvet backing in a sort of shadowbox. The image was a sandpiper on the beach. That one was kitschy and sort of laughable when you see it now (I kept it; not displayed) but at least it didn’t shed crap on me or make me feel unease when I looked at it.
Like the song says, I had a “Star Wars poster on my bedroom door”.
Agreed. I had a large print of this sad puppy on the wall from the ages of about 4-7. It was horrifying, and I have no idea what my mother was thinking.
That is some seriously weird shit. He has a thing for Abraham Lincoln, doesn’t he? Brrrr.
I have that on my cellphone right now! A wonderful image.
My family took a trip to the Smithsonian without me but they brought me back the Watering Can girl picture for my room, because they said it reminded them of me (I loved watering plants). My sister got the much prettier Pinky and the Woman Reading a Book painting for her room, both of which I coveted for years. A few years ago when I finally got to go to the Smithsonian, I sent my sis a picture of the painting, and bought her a postcard of it, sent them to her saying how they always remind me of her, and she cried…she had forgotten all about that trip and was surprised I still remembered it, including what I got to do with Grandma while they schlepped around museums!
The only other picture I remember before Mom bought dozens of “classic” oil paintings at the grocery store and I got stuck with Italian countrysides and crashing waves on the shoreline, is a little flocked picture postcard of a lamb that glowed in the dark and had a little poem on it about going to sleep…like a lamb.
My door had a mirror. The hallway side had an “Authorized Personnel Only” sign that came with the house.
I never think this, let alone post it, but, are you me? I had the Holly Hobbie girl saying her prayers and the Raggedy Ann painted on wood. I also had Holly Hobbie wall paper. It was there until we sold the house when I was 21.
I just looked for a picture of it, and I am more than a little creeped out by the fact that you cannot see her face. I feel a great Halloween costume coming on…
Margaret Keane reproductions - ballet dancers and harlequins.
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