I first painted it up in an afternoon (easy directions here!) when I got the greenlight from my landlord to paint and wanted to test the waters a bit. That was a year ago, and over the course of the year, I've just gotten so sick of the chevrons. I know there is a debate in the home blog world of "Are chevrons over???", and regardless of how message boards feel about them, I'm a fan of keeping something in your home as long as YOU like it. How novel. But I had gotten to the point where I just didn't like it anymore.
Then one day, I saw this lobster wallpaper. It was floating around on Pinterest without a source for a long time, so I started looking into DIY options. I eventually did find a source (though no way to purchase), but it was too late for me. I had already started what was to be a disastrous DIY.
I thought, I love that dusty teal of the original, but this might be the one place where I can get away with using the deep blue tones I can't use anywhere else, for fear that they would close in my sunny apartment. So here's what I'll do! I'll just freehand a lobster onto some stencil paper, paint my wall a really dark color, and just stamp on some lobsters! A totally normal plan.
I got this far before being like, Meg, you are painting fucking lobsters on your wall. The ones on the wallpaper were a kind of elegant, with a nice yellow gold sheen, thin and detailed. Mine ended up being these fat little chunks that much more resembled dull metallic bugs. Like, the more I painted, the more they creeped me out. I was painting creepy chunky roach lobsters on my wall. Thank god I hated the chevrons so much by this point, because if I was still on the fence, I would have probably cried. Instead, I just got kind of mad and pouted, like an adult. Plus, the deep blue, which I thought would be safe in such a small, limited space, actually made the entry feel super clausterphobic. Back to the drawing board.
I had big plans to wallpaper the space with a great vintage fabric, I wanted something light, with huge florals, but was unable to find anything perfect, and on a bolt that was 38" wide. Then I remembered that I've had a mural from Urban Outfitters sitting in my office for months! A friend gave it to me at a verrry deep discount, which I pounced on because I thought it would be perfect in the office. However, much like I fail at painting lobsters, I fail at math and had completely miscalculated the fit of the mural to the size of the office wall. So there it sat, a little roll of shame, mocking my lack of math skills. Since this entire project was already a total fucking bust, why not bring in a whole other dimension of failure?
Now, it did take a little bit of math to get this up there like that, since I had to play with the panels a bit to make a 72" mural go up 108", but this time it was much more successful. I had to cut all the panels in half and stack them out of order, but it ended up coming together okay in the end.
While I'm still not totally used to the very bold colors, it is certainly a much-preferred departure from the dark and terrifying option.
I found myself defaulting to neutrals in this apartment, so I'm kind of liking that the new kilim pillows and mural add a little bit more color to all the neutrals and wood tones.
Because I wasn't already feeling enough like a failure while working on this project, while I was hanging the top panel, my stepladder BROKE BENEATH ME, which will do wonders for your self esteem. I was fine, it was just a little bolt that came undone, but in my fragile state, it was too much. So I went to go wallow in bed while watching shitty tv, when my bank interrupted my pity party to inform me that someone had stolen my identity and that all of my accounts were frozen. We then went through the charges together, to see what needed to be reimbursed to me, and when the fraud department guy asked "Was this you or the thief that charged $28 worth of ice cream on June 8th?" it took the last shred of energy I had left to not just lie. But after you fuck up a wall and crash a ladder and have your identity stolen, you might as well just own up to Todd at Chase that it was you that bought a shitload of ice cream, and you won't apologize for it.