I have long had a bias against wallpaper. In the mid-aughts, we were fortunate enough to live in a glorious 100-year-old house with a wonderful history. We loved this house like it was our own. (It wasn’t, it turned out.) But the poor darling needed some serious rehabilitation. And the most onerous job, the hardest, most miserable, most tedious thing we had to do was to remove the many, many layers of (hideous) wallpaper from its plaster walls. That was when my hatred of wallpaper began.
As a sometimes-designer (among other things), I know I have to keep an open mind about such things because some people really love the stuff, but I struggle with it. Then along came The New Wallpaper. This stuff has completely caused me rethink my position. But I’m still not going in for cheery kitchen paper or florals.