When I was a kid my mom wallpapered a single wall in my bedroom in a flocked, red and white, damask type pattern. And I loved it. I was hooked – for life. It just seemed so cool to me to be able to get pattern and texture onto walls. It was so fabulous, and sophisticated, and cultured, and colorful, and intense, and beautiful, and art-like, and magic that I was mesmerized by it. And then, when house-hunting with Mom, I discovered wall murals – it was more than I could take. I wanted a mural in our house so…

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