Gallery Wall – This is my hobby.

I’ve mentioned before that my daughter’s room is my favorite space in my house.

The entire room is collected whimsy.

The shelves and walls are full of thrifted, gifted, or passed down items. A major moment is the gallery wall above her dresser.

The largest piece here is a painting we bought on our baby moon in Jamaica. The artist added Elaine’s name in the corner, which is such a sweet touch.

I also have a framed photo of Elaine’s name written in script across beach sand.

This photo was created by my favorite shopkeeper, Inge, of Stone Button Studio. She texted it to me when she was unable to attend our baby shower.

Recently, the frame fell off the wall and cracked.

Just a few weeks later, I found the perfect replacement frame at Goodwill.

Now, I think it looks even better!

Goodwill’s always got this girlie’s back. 😉

>> Check out this post for an in-depth look at baby girl’s room decor.

Last week’s thrifted ‘fits:

I was able to put my Goodwill sweater finds to good use over the weekend we spent in Chicago.

Red cardigan and boots from Goodwill West Palm Beach

Beaded belt and boots from Goodwill West Palm Beach

Closer look at the beaded belt detail; the dress ins’t thrifted, it’s Anthropologie!

Baby’s pants are thrifted from Goodwill West Palm Beach and her top is thrifted and gifted from a friend

H&M Sweater, GAP jeans, and boots from Goodwill West Palm Beach

Seeing snow for the first time! Baby’s coat is consigned from Kid to Kid in Palm Beach Gardens.

I’m a big fan of the gallery wall, and have several in my home. I’ve always liked using them in a non-traditional way (traditional being matching frames hung in a perfectly symmetrical grouping).

A traditional gallery wall in our home featuring images from our favorite vacation.

I like thinking of my gallery moments as wall scrapbooks. I mix and match frame styles, include photos next to artwork, and hang objects like baskets and hats.

If someone writes me a cute note, or I leave a wedding with a polaroid keepsake, I’ll tuck these pieces into the edges of frames.

My gallery walls are constantly changing as I bring in new pieces from my thrift adventures, like puzzles that are never finished.

One of my favorite galleries is the one above my desk/office space in our primary bedroom.

It includes a floral painting found years ago at Stitches and Rust (the owner now operates a shop called Trashé Vintage), and a painting given to me by my mother.

The artist’s granddaughter was my mother’s neighbor in Missouri, and gave this piece, along with another large collection, to my mom for free, as long as she promised to keep them safe.

The post office gave us a copy of Elaine’s passport photo, so I tucked it in the floral painting’s frame, along with a tiny image of my boys that was leftover from some prints I made to go into a locket for my mother-in-law.

Now that my mom lives seasonally with us in Florida, we’re keeping all the art on our walls.

I’ve hung a hat from Stone Button Studio in Northwood Village, a little stained glass and shell mirror purchased at the Northwood Holiday Home Tours market in 2024, a basket I’ve just added to the collection this weekend (purchased at The Rust Market in Lake Park), and my favorite piece of all — framed hand written notes from my mother.

My mom wrote these notes to me when I was two years old. I had done a couple of cute/sweet things, so she jotted them down as memories and added little love notes in too.

A polaroid from Vince and Elaine’s first daddy daughter dance, and a tiny envelope with “Vanessa and Vince” written on it and a cute little butterfly

To this day, I can’t read the notes without crying. Even before becoming a mother myself, they brought tears to my eyes.

I love those notes so much that when my parents asked what I wanted for my college graduation gift, I just asked to have them matted and framed.

My mom couldn’t believe it — frame her slanted writing and spelling errors?!

Hell yeah! That’s what I love about it. The busy, working mom of a toddler taking a few minutes to jot down a moment she wanted to hold onto. A piece of life with her family she wanted to keep from fading. A quick little love story for later.

I love having moments like that on my walls.