Not too long ago, I wrote a piece showcasing my kitchen. I proudly gave a tour of the room from top to bottom.
It's actually my most favorite feature in the room, but I didn't show it. First of all, it's a personal space filled with treasures from my babies. Second of all, and probably more important, it's not what people want to see when they are looking for inspiration or design eye candy. It's messy, the type of space you want to fix and besides, most people have a wall like this somewhere in their own house.
Why do they want to see mine?
Then I thought about that statement again.
Most people have a wall like this somewhere in their home...so why am I hiding it?
It's real life and I love that wall.
When the kids were teeny tiny, they would make pictures and I would take their very, very extra specials and hang them on the inside of a closet door. Well, we have a small house and I had prolific preschool artists, so those doors got wallpapered in a jiffy. When we renovated the kitchen, the pantry/ coat closet doors were blank slates and became a giant bulletin board of sorts.
Oh sure, every now and then I look at it and think about how I could pretty it up. Problem is, I could never actually take everything down.
I like seeing my babies' pictures up there.
So I contemplate framing a few of the best pieces in black and artfully arranging them on the doors. Sometimes, I imagine the doors covered in large pieces of cork, tasteful tacks holding each paper in its place. I've even considered adding magnetic strips to organize the mess.
Then I decide I like them just where they are and I walk away.
You see every last one of those pictures and projects is special.
Organizing them would certainly mean that some of them would have to go, but how could I possibly cull the collection?
Where would I start?
Which masterpiece is unworthy?
Beyond that, to me, THE most precious thing about the wall, is that the each piece of artwork was placed up there by my kids and their own little fingers on the day they brought it home from school or whipped it up in the den. They got the tape, picked an empty space and pressed firmly.
I can see their beaming faces even now...precious moments frozen in time.
Of course as teens, they don't share my sentimentality. They don't think the wall is as charming as I do. They, also inflicted with the design bug, think that it is a tattered, layered embarrassment.
They refer to the papers as junk.
They curse them each time they open the door and they shuffle in the breeze or get caught in the pantry. I admit to the same occasional frustration...
...but every few months or so, one of them will walk by and laugh and then I hear it.
"Hey, mom? Did you see this, it's ridiculous! Do you remember when I made this?"
Yes, I absolutely do and I think, yup, that wall is perfect just the way it is.
And it is.
Do you have a wall of shame?
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