A few years ago, I bought an enormous Bob Dylan poster. I knew I’d never splurge for a frame quite so large—it would cost many times the amount I paid for the actual poster. So it remained stored downstairs until earlier this year when I was about to host a brunch and I felt the living/dining room area needed a change.
It was an experiment at first. The husband said he felt like he was in a teenage girl’s bedroom in the ’80s (a framed photograph of a horse added to this feeling). The teen had questions: “Who is that guy??” and “When are we taking that down?” Nevertheless, a few months later, the poster remains on the wall. I’ve grown to love seeing him every day. It’s like we’ve gone back in time about 40 years and Giant Bob is strolling by outside.