I am kind of obsessed with home design. Ever since I've had a place to myself, I've used my downtime to do something with the house. And creating something out of a mass of rejects is usually my weapon of choice.
Other than a few key pieces of furniture, everything at my place is always either a DIY project, has undergone a makeover, or been picked up second-hand. I think it's a genetic defect to not be able to accept a mass-produced product without letting it suffer through a rebirth.
When we moved into my now-apartment, I immediately knew I wanted a statement wall for my bedroom and everything else could happen around it. So I painted it. Hated it. Repainted it. Googled for inspiration. Came up with nothing. Thought some more. Questioned why the universe was conspiring against me. And then I knew what I had to do.
Stamping. And that's how I… Continue Reading