The children rebel against the parent. The swingin' knick knack thrift store bachelor pad secret rooms swag lamp shag carpet mannequin inhabited look apparently is NOT what my kids think is cool. They (mostly daughter Kieran) are leaning toward complete stark whiteness devoid of anything but a giant screen TV- or at most, get the guy who does hotel rooms to give us a makeover.
Now that the walls are painted, all the endless art that has been stored in stacks will have to be properly placed in the limited space, which means some of the masterpieces, aka, "They're old and dusty and no one likes them" to quote the little miss, might not make the cut.
Hang in there boys, there's hope yet!
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