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I have this really great little ritual that I do every time I move house, rearrange my furniture or spruce up my room. And I didn’t even realise it was a ritual until yesterday when I did it again. You see, I have these gorgeous posters that used to belong to my mum (most of which are Anne Geddes photos of cute babies doing cute things in cute costumes!) and I like to have them covering my walls.
I first began using them way back when I was in primary school, and since then they’ve been displayed on countless walls of mine- bedroom walls, caravan walls (I used to have a caravan as a bedroom!!), house walls… anywhere I could put them I did. Each time they get put up, I go through the slow process of carefully peeling off the old hardened blu-tack and rolling fresh blu-tack on.
The corners of the posters have oily marks from layers of blu-tack, they’re a little bent from so much use, and some of the posters even have tears patched up with sticky-tape. But they mean so much to me, because my mum used to do the same thing with them- decorate her walls.
So yesterday, I put up my posters again, and I’m loving having them on the walls… Continue reading