After fawning over you on the gravel drive I'll invite you in for a drink. Tea? No cocktails! I like the way you think. Let me grab you a Tom Collins...have a look around the place if you'd like.
As you go around from room to room, you start to notice a pattern...
Every wall is filled with bookplates, paintings, sketches and personal treasures.
Umm...Why are you in my bedroom? Am I already regretting inviting you?
You see, I really hate the idea of a 'gallery wall' when it's planned and the specimens are from Pottery Barn. But when they are actual objects found and sourced from special memories, then placed on a wall as a reminder, I'm in love. My friend's velvet-clad, Hippie mom's house is like this, and although I nearly die from stimulus when I see it, I can't help but love what she's done. Does it make me crazy or just a collector? I'll say the latter, you say the former.
When bought specially to fill wall space then it's the most ridiculous idea ever - which, I know, doesn't stop it happening. I'm partial to empty walls and when, two years ago, I flirted with the idea of an "art wall" I quickly saw the ridiculousness of it. Years ago, in a house in Rye, NY, I saw a staircase wall lined with family photographs all the same size and all in simple white frames. It was beautiful and I've never forgotten it. The homeowner could see her family each time she was on the stairs.
Ah. Aren't all collectors a wee bit crazy?
I know I am.
A contrived, bought because it's trendy, gallery wall = tragic and not arresting to the eye.
But when it has a theme, of a person's own history, of their journey though life and what makes them who they are, then they are magnificent. I have a gallery wall in my dining room, which is entirely filled with paintings done by my mother in law and father in law. The subjects vary, as does the standard, but for us it is a joy each time we pass because it reminds us of people long gone.
And I have to say I love your idea of cocktails not tea! Yes please!
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