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A friend once complimented our living room wall art, asking where we’d found such a striking gallery piece, and was genuinely surprised when I told her it was a print I’d found for a fraction of what she assumed, framed in a simple frame from a home goods

When I redid my entryway a while back, I genuinely went back and forth between a round mirror and a rectangular one for longer than felt reasonable for what should have been a simple decision. Both were beautiful in their own right, both fit the wall space available,

My first attempt at mixing frame styles on a gallery wall involved literally every frame I already owned, ornate gold, thin black metal, a chunky natural wood one, a couple of mismatched thrift store finds, all hung together with no real logic beyond having enough pieces to fill

I once bought a large abstract print purely because I loved it in the gallery, a bold piece full of oranges and deep reds, and brought it home to a living room built almost entirely around cool blues and greys. It never stopped being a beautiful piece on

My first apartment had a strict no-holes, no-paint lease clause, and for the first several months I genuinely left the walls completely bare, assuming there wasn’t much to be done within those restrictions beyond a few free-standing pieces of furniture. It felt sterile in a way that made

A friend of mine had a genuinely alarming experience when a large, heavy mirror she’d hung with a single standard picture hook came crashing down in the middle of the night, thankfully with no one nearby and no serious damage beyond a cracked frame and a startling noise.

My sister and I redecorated our respective living rooms within a few months of each other, and we landed on almost opposite approaches to the exact same decision: a mirror above the console table. She chose an enormous, ornately carved sunburst mirror that immediately became the focal point

Our living room has exactly one window, north-facing and never particularly generous with direct sunlight, and for years I assumed that was simply the room’s permanent character, a bit dim no matter the time of day. It wasn’t until I finally hung a large mirror directly across from

My first attempt at a gallery wall involved hanging frames the moment I unwrapped them, spacing decided purely by whatever felt right in the moment, and the result looked less like a curated collection and more like a wall where things had simply accumulated over time without any