When my children and I moved into our rental apartment last winter, I was so wowed by the charm and character of our new space that I scarcely noticed the dingy, stained wallpaper covering every room in the house. My landlord gave me permission to paint, but with the stipulation that I did not remove the wallpaper (because he said it was probably holding in the 112 year old crumbling, plaster walls…) I painted away and miraculously the wallpaper didn’t fall off in a big, wet paint heap. When you walk into an apartment and see built-ins, pocket doors and fireplaces with original tile you can overlook the little things like mysterious blood splatters on the walls, right? So, the stains are gone (as I’m going to sleep I try not to think too hard about how they got there in the first place), the walls are still intact and this formerly drab and dreary room is now my most favorite room in our home.