Maybe it's because I was raised by my Grandma who redid the whole house every ten years or so (we're talking wallpaper, fresh paint inside and out, recovering all of the furniture, new flooring...such a modern lady; love it) that I can't live without print and color in my everyday life. We always had wallpaper. I was never a huge fan of it, though that may be because I mostly remember the pain in the ass it was to tear down. And now, after years of simply painted walls as the only way to go, I've found a love of wallpaper. Holy crap, I want it all.