The first thing you see when you walk into our house is this narrow bit of wall straight ahead of you. It was pretty bare for a while, and the paint was peeling in spots. It was just a sad, lonely thing to look at. And so, we began our hunt for things to hang on the wall. It still has a way to go before it feels complete, I think, but here is what we've got so far:
From top to bottom: A leftover save-the-date from our wedding, A really old photo of a mountain scene, another old photo of a mountain (but this one, I liberated from an old 70s text book, heehee), an awfully stereotypical rendition of a native American girl that I scored during the western-day sale, a clipping of the Puget Sound from an old map of Washington, and a framed lace doily.
It's weird to think that someone made it and was very proud of it at some point (judging by the frame, anyway) but it still ended up in the thrift store. I initially just bought it for the frame, but the darn thing started to grow on me after a while, so I kept it like it was :)
On another note, it's so weird to see how well our different tastes blend together. Like, Franklin has a very distinct style, and so do I, and we've somehow found this weird balance in between, and it works really well. There's like a really weird rustic, bohemian, kitschy, vintage, lazy professor sort of vibe going on in this house. It's strange, but I really dig it, haha.