the eradication of white walls

Moving into my first apartment was overwhelming.
White walls everywhere.
My roommates and I have been tackling this problem slowly and successfully.
I wasn't interested in just slapping on a bunch a of crap just to cover the awful white glare.

A modern framed picture hangs over the couch.
Antique mirrors are over the television and under the stairs.
A painting by my roommate's uncle is on the stairs landing.
At the top of stairs floral prints from Paris (Paris, people, Paris) hang.

It's really all coming together quite nicely.

But there was this one white wall, it irked me.
In between the living room and kitchen I passed it often.
It stared at me when I walked down the stairs.
It made me very, very unhappy.

However, this has all changed as I am proud to announce the death of the large white wall and birth of something that brings me great joy.













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Oh, and guess where I got the beautiful linens that now adorn my walls?
Anthropologie, you say? How did you guess?