When my dad was stationed on an Army base in Stuttgart, Germany, my mom had access to a framing shop.  She took some classes and started framing old family photos, eventually creating a huge gallery wall.  It didn’t matter how many times I looked at those pictures…I would still lean in and study them.  Who did I take after?  Do I have her eyes?  Does this one look like my brother?  That rocking chair is in our living room, right?  I love that expression, the bow in her hair, the delicate necklace, the dapper suit and slicked hair and the little kitten by her cheek.  That gallery wall followed us through all of our moves when I was a kid and is still one of my favorite things in my parent’s home. That gallery wall has inspired me to collect black and white and sepia toned family photos, letters, postcards and

This morning, I woke up with an intense desire to decorate.  I feel like I can’t touch anything, since our house is on the market, and it’s driving me a little nuts.  I really thrive on scooting around furniture and trying out new things in my home and I’ve been feeling very inspired lately.  I’ve also been feeling like the finishing touches in some of my rooms have been lacking.  I get enough done for the pictures and then I get busy with something else and don’t revisit the room later.  I’ve also come to notice that I buy very few things specifically for my house.  I usually end up claiming something from my furniture stash or keeping something that doesn’t sell. The things I have bought specifically for me are the ones I love the most, so I need to be much more intentional about what I sell and