Last month a sad family event brought my family together in the very town where great-nana's house stood. So dad, being the handy man legend that he is, Stanley-knived large panels of lino from the floors of her two main bedrooms.
The panels needed a good clean up and were trimmed to size and put into IKEA Ribba frames. The lino with big red roses was in a dire state... areas crumbled when touched. The framed swan was great-nana's too... but it has yet to find a place in our house.
I believe these pretty patterns were always destined for a life on our dining room wall. The Boy isn't so keen on them, but understands how much they mean to me so didn't put up much of a fuss when I asked him to get the masonry drill bit.
Ohhh how icky is that last photo...let's pretend those mega cracks in the wall are non-existent ok? ;)