Flashback Wednesday

This is me, probably around 11 or 12 I would guess. This is not a post about me, rather about the wallpaper. Look closely….yeah…those are dolls.

Don’t worry; most people would agree that it is creepy. I grew up with that wallpaper, but it never bothered me and truly I never even thought about it till my husband questioned how I ever slept with those dolls staring at me all the time. My boys don’t like sleeping in there, so they sleep in the other bedroom wallpapered in benign ships and compasses.

That wallpaper has been there my whole life, or longer…My parents built their house and lived in the basement while they finished the upstairs. When I was born, I believe the bedrooms were done, but the usable kitchen and bathroom where still in the basement. So it is possible that the wallpaper is older than me. Anyway, since it was always there, it never bothered me.

I liked it, actually. I would lie in bed and look at them. Some had blue eyes, some brown. I examined their dresses, shoes and hats. I counted, sorted, picked my favorites. It was comforting they way they looked at me, I never imagined anything evil or scary. In contrast to my son who doesn’t like wearing his pajamas with pirates on them, because “they might come alive in the night”….

I wonder now, if the wallpaper was the reason my elementary school sleepovers never went so well? All I know is that if my mom ever changes the wallpaper, I want some of it to frame. Even if I have to hang it in my closet so I don’t creep-out my family.