One of our first apartments had brick walls.
Doesn’t that sound romantic? And rustic? And historic?
These weren’t the brick walls you see in the Pottery Barn catalog…..these brick walls looked like they had been constructed by the people who built the Brady Bunch house. They were orange and flat with cracks and dark gray mortar.
And we were young and clueless and almost penniless and renting……and we couldn’t nail a single nail into that brick without facing the wrath of Mr. Brady and Alice.
Decorating an apartment with non-nailable walls seemed like an insurmountable challenge.
I almost gave up.Continue reading