That’s exactly what happened a few weekends back when I made a completely spontaneous decision to strip the yellow wallpaper (you can see a little glimpse of it in this post) from our living room wall, and paint the wall black instead. I’d been seduced by Tiff’s beautiful black wall that I’d seen on Instagram, and once I’d got the idea in my head, there was no distracting me. I’m incredibly impulsive when it comes to making decorating decisions – I even committed the cardinal sin of not doing any testers, I just went right ahead and bought a big pot of paint the same shade as Tiff (La Plancha Premium matt emulsion from Valspar). It’s lucky she’s a lady of very good taste.
The twins helped me with the wallpaper stripping, which was actually really good fun, and then we gave the wall a good scrub with sugar soap to get rid of all the wallpaper adhesive. I even let the kids get involved with the painting… but only for about five minutes before my stress levels went through the roof (I challenge anyone to stay calm with two five-year-olds with black-paint-laden brushes running riot in their living room) and they were banished to the garden while I finished off the job.
I have to admit to a massive moment of doubt halfway through but once it was done I fell completely head-over-heels in love with it. The black completely changes the feel of the living room – the space feels bigger and calmer and the wall is the perfect backdrop for our old vintage leather seating. That armchair is my new favourite coffee spot. Since the wall has been finished I’ve had a wonderful afternoon’s faffing to create the gallery wall. It’s not complete (nothing in our house ever is) but I’ve made a good start.
When we first moved to this house I packed most of my vintage treasures away with the aim to give our home a more contemporary look, but those vintage bits have been slowly reappearing over the last four years and I feel so much happier having them around. Trying to do something different and out of my comfort zone has just made me clearer about my own sense of style, and now I think it’s time to really embrace it, even if we’re not living in the beautiful period house of my dreams.