My mother wasn't overly keen, especially since, with me ensconced at boarding school (with ponies, naturally) my bedroom doubled as the spare bedroom. In retrospect, I realise that she missed a trick. Had I been introduced to the joys of this wallpaper:
Jour de Fete by Pierre Frey
I probably wouldn't have felt the need to cover it up with Next Milton/ Henderson Milton/ whoever (and did anybody else find it slightly inconvenient that John Whitaker kept changing his sponsor, and thus his horses' names?) The thing is, home was a series of army quarters, so I imagine that the argument would have been that it wouldn't have been worth wallpapering a room that was only going to be mine for a couple of years, tops. But surely there was another solution: she could have bought me a Stubbs or two, no?
Whistlejacket by George Stubbs.
Of course, the above painting hangs in the National Gallery, which should give you some indication of how much a work by Stubbs might cost. But I really wasn't picky, as evidenced by my love of the Spode plates. Here's a picture of one, just to give you an idea of how gloriously gopping they are:
Obviously I didn't have them on little stands. I had them on the wall. All eight of them.
Now, of course, we have Lumitrix, which I'd recommend to any mother looking to improve the look of her daughter's bedroom walls - or indeed any other room in the house - specifically, the work of Astrid Harrison:
Astrid Harrison, Circling at Dawn
Astrid Harrison, Camargue in the Mist
Haras by Pierre Frey
Lasso by Pierre Frey (I love this. Esmeralda is so totally going to find it in her bedroom at the very first indication of her being as infatuated as I was . . . )
And They're Off! by Ralph Lauren Home (which is an incredibly pretty toile and you don't even necessarily realise that it's about horses unless you really examine it up close.)
To conclude, one day I'll probably allow my horse obsession to once again take over, at least in some rooms. My Pinterest has a dedicated 'Fantasy Stables' board, for when we move to the country and the second coming of Rainbow the Wonder Pony takes place (I spend a lot of time on Morgan Equine looking at their coloured ponies . . . ) In the mean time, the Spode plates are in my kitchen cupboard, and it's suddenly occurred to me that I can use them for a series of themed parties, which Andrew thinks sound like hell.
I, however, am very much looking forward to our Grand National lunch.