The photo wall.

I figure this is one of those things in my life that deserves a post. The wall of my bedroom.

 

It started with six framed photos of the beach. I was going through a beach phase and was determined to decorate my room beach style. Obviously I got over that obsession and at some point I changed the beach pictures to photos. From there the wall just grew. It’s kinda out of control now – it covers one wall completely and has spread to the opposite wall as well now. Some photos are framed, some just blue-tacked, there’s a couple canvases and one giant poster board of the Dixie Chicks (which is my pride and joy by the way). I think it’s probably reached it’s limit (size wise) but I constantly replace photos or move things around. I literally can’t imagine my wall without it and I dread the day that I move out and have to take it all down and start again somewhere new.