I have a glass-fronted refrigerator, which everyone, including me, thinks is a terrible idea. My husband, who takes perverse pleasure in art directing condiments, begs to differ. What’s worse is a glass-fronted fridge means no logical place to put non-frameworthy kid art, invitations, and school reminders. When you are the child of immigrants, it is precisely this uncurated under-magnet display that is the stuff of all-American fantasy. After my campaigning for several years for a bulletin board, and after much discussion as to where it would live, my husband conceded to this painful reminder of his own all-American roots, which he has spent a lifetime trying to escape. But then, as always, he had a flash of brilliance: Instead of a generic square bulletin board from Office Depot, he had the idea of customizing–and upholstering with beautiful fabric –an entire wall.
Here’s the before: the odd-shaped wall space that became a bulletin board. He measured the space, cut out a piece of homasote (they come in big sheets), which we picked up at the Home Depot, and covered it in a fabric remnant. Voila!