10 Favorite Designer Wallpapers

10 Favorite Designer Wallpapers

In October of 2012 I wrote a post called: My Wallpaper Obsession Takes Hold.

Now I want to share with you some of the reasons why I’m so obsessed and so excited about what is happening in the world of wallpaper right now.

Digital photography, design and printing techniques are revolutionizing this product into something so different from what wallpaper has been in the past. Plus, paper manufacturers are coming up with papers that are so much easier to apply, clean, remove and … yes, do over!

Let’s face it, wallpaper is just getting cooler and cooler.

Here are 10 designers who are, in my opinion, testing the boundaries in really exciting ways.


1. Arthur Slenk Remixed Wallpaper | Netherlands

What I love about it: It looks 3D, like you’ve actually collaged thousands of little pieces of paper to your wall.

Arthur Slenk; Piet Hein Eek; Piet Boon; Merci; Rick Vintage; NLX


2. Brooklyn Tins Wallpaper | Netherlands

What I love about it: It strikes the perfect balance between delicate and tough.



3. Deborah Bowness Wallpaper | England

What I love about it: The way it hangs loosely on the wall.



4. Ellie Cashman Wallpaper | Netherlands

What I love about it: The drama.



5. Groovy Magnets Wallpaper | Belgium

What I love about it: Its fluidity and flexibility. You’re an active participant. Change it up as needed!



6. Piet Boon Concrete Wallpaper | Netherlands

What I love about it: Texture and light … Need I say more?

Piet Hein Eek, Piet Boon, Merci, Rick Vintage, NLXL, Scrapwood W


7. Piet Hein Eek Scrapwood Wallpaper | Netherlands

What I love about it: Totally deceiving!! It looks like real wood.

Scrapwood wallpaper 2 by Piet Hein Eek


8. Quercus & Co. Wallpaper | Australia

What I love about it: It retains the look of a hand painting.



9. Studio Ditte Wallpaper | Netherlands

What I love about it: So clean and crisp, fun and playful.



10. Suzanne Shade Wallpaper | United States

What I love about it: It makes you dizzy (in a good way), as it works in both 2 and 3 dimensions. When I look at this, I just can’t decide if I want to enjoy the simple geometry of how it’s put together, or get sucked into the depth of the landscape photo …





What people are saying

Last week I put together a little slide show compiling some of the reactions Ellie Cashman wallpaper has gotten since we started shipping it around the world last August.



There are some quotes here from Lucy Feagins of The Design Files, Bri Emery of Design Love Fest, Nina Taylor, Head Wallpaper Stylist at Graham and Brown, Amanda Talbot, internationally-renowned authority on interiors, design and style and author of the book Happy, as well as a good number of happy clients. Nothing makes my day like hearing from a client that they’ve received their package of wallpaper and that they love it even more in person than they had online.

So check this out if you’re curious to see what all these people are saying … and if you’d like a sneak peek at Dark Floral II, the next installment in my dark floral wallpaper series, which I’m a month or so away from releasing …



Fabulous Fabrics

Fabulous Fabrics

I’m heading into the weekend on a high note :)

One of my first clients, the wonderful Nikki Tibbles, founder of Wild at Heart in London, had the inspiration not only to wallpaper her office with the Dark Floral wallpaper last October, but to commission 2 sets of curtains (Linen and Velvet) printed with the Dark Floral! Wow! I’m just dying to see photos of how this turns out, aren’t you?

Nikki writes about her office revamp on her blog here.

While we wait for photos of the final result, I can share with you some detail shots of the color test I approved a couple of weeks ago. Dark Floral gets a lovely texture on this Linen Oyster.


We’ve been working on these curtains for a while now, together with Sheri and the wonderful team at Downers in London.

Well, today the Linen and Velvet arrived at Downers, and the reactions from that side of the Channel were “Gorgeous!!!!” and “Fabulous!” and “It’s going to be stunning!”

I must admit, the color test on the Velvet (see below) pretty much knocked my socks off, but this is great feedback from a team who has seen lots of fabrics in their day.



So keep your eyes on the web shop because these and other fabrics by the meter – and cushions – are coming soon. Really, really soon!

In fact, if you’re interested, please e-mail me at ellie@elliecashmandesign.com.

Have a great weekend everybody!






As seen on …

As seen on …

The web shop has been live for a month now and I’m so happy to share with you that the wallpaper has appeared on/in several blogs and publications this past month.

THANK YOU to the following blogs and newspapers for the lovely exposure!

It was a huge surprise to see my Dark Floral last Thursday on Australia’s #1 design blog, The Design Files.

The wallpaper appeared twice in a post about the appointment of a new Director, Tamara Maynes, at The Establishment Studios in Prahran, Melbourne. The Establishment Studios are, in the words of blog author Lucy Feagins “part photographic studio, part events space and part prop store.” Lucy says: “The Establishment Studios is a dynamic space that changes all the time – the creative team here are forever re-painting their walls with various wallpapers and textures, creating new surfaces and investing in new props to ensure great variety for the events and shoots which take place here.”

Tamara was one of my first clients, before the web shop was even live. It’s so inspiring to see what she has done with the wallpaper, styling it so beautifully for these photographs. Here is an excerpt from the Design Files post (to see the full post, click here):



I think I will adapt that caption: “INSANELY beautiful new wallpaper” and find a place for it on my website. Love that!

There was also an appearance on Design Love Fest, a blog written by LA-based art director Bri Emery. Bri has been featured in publications such as Elle Décor, Apartment Therapy, HGTV, Lucky Magazine, Martha Stewart Weddings, The Los Angeles Times and more. Here is an excerpt from her post (to see the whole post, click here):


“So rad.” Love it!

It’s also an honor, as a certified Francophile, to be included on the French blog Deco Crush (see below). For the full post, click here.


My high school French teacher would be happy to know that I can kind of figure out what this says: “an ode to femininity.” I like that!

On Friday of last week I was the Featured Designer over at the Pattern Observer blog. Michelle Fifis and Chelsea Densmore do a wonderful job over there, providing countless opportunities and resources for surface pattern designers, and it was an honor to be featured. Thanks guys!


The wallpaper was also in print in the UK’s Daily Mail on Sunday‘s Decorating Blueprint on January 19th.


It’s great to see it getting out there!

And I can’t wait to release my next Dark Floral in just a couple more months!

Once again, many thanks go out to all these bloggers and editors for the lovely exposure!


Ruby Sails

Ruby Sails

So, here we are again, starting a new year.

By definition, it’s a time of transition.

For my daughter, Ruby, 2014 means transitioning to a new class at school. This year, she and 23 other 6-year olds are forming a new class of ‘oldest kindergarteners’, leaving the 4- and 5-year olds behind.

Before school let out for vacation in December, her teacher gave a small party for the graduates and their parents. We were invited to hear her tell a story about a group of ‘cloud men’ who set sail on a new adventure. Along the way, they encounter difficulties, but learn to help each other, and all ends well. The message was: expect the unexpected, stick together, be kind to and help one another, and all will be OK.

Ruby with her classmates, before the story of the 'cloud men.'

Ruby with her classmates, before the story of the ‘cloud men.’


I’ve been thinking a lot about transitions lately, as I just spent a week at ‘home’ in Providence. I put ‘home’ in quotes because, as all expats will attest, the meaning of the word becomes confused. ‘Home’ is both the place you come from, and the place you currently reside. Two different places. Two different homes.

In Providence, I don’t have to try as hard as I do here in the Netherlands. It’s a place I know so well, having lived there for the first 18 years of my life. I know it without thinking, feel it without touching, see it without looking, hear it without listening. I can relax into a state of almost complete passivity. It’s just a part of me. When I walk into the CVS around the corner from my childhood home, the sliding doors parting automatically upon my arrival, I smell the same carpet shampoo I smelled when I was 14. And there’s comfort in that.

At the same time, after almost 7 years of living here, the Netherlands is my home too. In the past, I’ve had a hard time transitioning back to my life here after visiting the States. But this time, I felt totally at peace: at peace with where I come from and the place I’m currently at, on the road to wherever I’m going. It feels natural that ‘home’ is a relative term. Whether I’m flying east or west over the Atlantic, it’s always a homecoming.

And this, in turn, makes me think about my daughters, Ruby and Juliette, at different points on their journeys of growing up and, ultimately, away from me. Ruby, at almost 6, is a good deal further. Her world has become so much bigger this past year, with school and friends and classes … lots of relationships outside of the one she has with me. Juliette, at 3.5, is in a state of limbo. She’s looking on the one hand to her big sister and wanting all that she has, and on the other to her little brother and wanting all that he has. She’s at once reaching back to babyhood, to being close to me all the time, and reaching out to her own, separate identity, and the separate person she will become.

In the week we spent visiting family in the US, this played out in the form of seemingly endless tantrums and tears. By now, I’ve learned to stay calm in these situations, understanding it’s not about the cracker she insists on having or the leggings she won’t wear. It’s about this journey that she’s on, about not yet finding this peace between places: the place she comes from, the place she’s at, and the place that she is going. It’s an inevitable breaking away, a letting go. And it hurts. Just like the ‘cloud men’, she’s hit some choppy waters.

I just need to be steady and to show her, repeatedly, that we’re going to stick together, that we’re going to be kind to and help one another, and that all will be OK.

I know this because I can look at Ruby, a few years further on, and see that this is the way it should be, that, in growing up, these kids will need to go and come back, go and come back to me time and time again. And I will need to let them go, while holding my own ground, their home ground.

Before Christmas vacation, in our final conference with Ruby’s former teacher, we heard that Ruby has ‘an incredible work ethic.’ She does all of her ‘assignments’ with enthusiasm, but doesn’t ask for extra. This, her teacher said, is because she has her own deep well of ideas to draw from, about what she wants to do, things she wants to try. She has a constant source of inspiration in her imagination, and, thanks to this, is always ‘content.’

I’ve thought about this a lot since our conversation, and it’s occurred to me that this is the greatest gift I could wish on her. I’m so happy for her that she is locating this source of contentment, not in things, not in bells or whistles, but in herself. I think that is the key to a happy life: a truly inexhaustible source of inspiration.

And I also realize that being Ruby’s mother has become, at some point over the last six years, less about her being a positive reflection on me and more and more about her becoming her own miraculous person. She is less a product of my nurturing and more a product of her own nature. These qualities, this shape she’s taking on is hers. Hers to keep and take with her, as she sets sail.

And, most of the time, it feels surprisingly okay, letting her be on her way. Watching her look out, make new connections, form new relationships, glancing back less and less frequently in my direction.


That being said, when she does turn around, and remember me, when she does send a glance my way, asking me to be the one to sit with her, read with her, tuck her into bed, I’m there. And I know that our history is there, in a glance, in a smile, in a goodnight kiss. These everyday moments are little homecomings in and of themselves. She is the child who made me a mother, the best thing I’ve ever been.

At 20, I interned at the Southeast Lighthouse on Block Island, giving tours in exchange for my room at the Block Island Historical Society. At that time, I wrote a piece in my journal about finding myself in a conflicting current of will, like the waters at the foot of the island’s Mohegan Bluffs. How could I ever have known? Fifteen years later, my first child would be making preparations sail off on her own course, and I would find myself, again, in a conflicting current.

I realize that this journey is hers to make. And that swells my heart, and breaks it at the same time, like a wave crashing at the shore.

Oh sure, I know she hasn’t yet left the harbor that is our home, but her boat is built, or almost built. It’s just a question of raising her sails, catching the wind, and letting it take her to open water.

And I realize that my place is here, atop the bluff.

Ruby sails, and I realize, I cannot go with her.

I am only the lighthouse – no – the keeper. The keeper of the light.

I will stay here – yes – and I will keep the light. Here, in the place she came from. The place she must know she can always come back to. I will pound out the steady, unchanging, unending cadence of the light, like a heartbeat. If I do my job right, and keep this light right, she will know, as she goes, that this is a place she knows without thinking, feels without touching, sees without looking, and hears without listening.

And I will answer, without her asking.

You come from light. You come from a truly. incredible. love.

We all need a place like that.

So, sail on Ruby, on your ruby sails.

Sail on, though I realize, I cannot go with you.

And may yours be a spectacular journey.


Web shop live!

Web shop live!

Happy New Year everybody! I’m hoping that this year brings you all the best.

And thanks for holding on until 2014!

The web shop is finally live and working beautifully, so head on over to www.elliecashmandesign.com to see the collection I’ve been working on for the past couple of years. You can order samples and get instant quotes via the site.

It went live on Christmas Eve, and I figured no one was sitting around at their computer waiting for that news … Then I went to the US for a week to visit my family. More on that in a future post :)

But now I’m back at my desk and ready to share this exciting news with you (and ready for the orders to start pouring in :) )

I hope you love the shop. I’d love to hear constructive feedback too. You can e-mail me at ellie@elliecashmandesign.com.

In the meantime, I’m working hard to add more designs and products. If you want to stay informed, sign up for my monthly newsletter here.

Until next time,


The Hangover

The Hangover

Unfortunately, this post probably isn’t going to be as funny as the movie that shares its title, arguably one of the funniest movies I’ve ever seen. Last week when I posted I was on a tremendous high, anticipating that all the hard work I’ve been doing over the past years was finally coming to fruition. The (perhaps inevitable) follow up to that post is, not surprisingly, the hangover :(

When those maternity nurses I talked about last week come to work on the 4th day of their 8 day stay, they know their ‘patient’ is going to have some kind of terrible, embarrassing crying fit. They told me this 4 days after Nathan was born, when I was in the middle of one such fit.

It makes it all the worse to know you’re that predictable. You’re a hostage to your hormones, a sad cliché …

And I found myself in that place again this past weekend. This web shop is like my 4th child. Last Friday it finally went live/was born at www.elliecashman.com. Unfortunately, it hasn’t (in my book) earned a 10 on the Apgar scale of web shops – yet. A few things are still missing/not functioning properly.


I was so looking forward to sending out my big MailChimp (birth) announcement and writing gleefully about the whole experience on my blog. I was expecting a marching band, Arsenio Hall fist pumps … I wanted to spike the football in the end zone and run a victory lap, trophy in hand. Then top it all off with some embarrassing dance moves.

But it just wasn’t quite there yet.

Last Friday, I realized I would have to refrain from all-out celebration, just a little bit longer …

And there I was, sort of in limbo. The site was live, but at the same time I wasn’t ready to take it full speed to the masses, shout it from the rooftops, etc.

So I decided to devote my afternoon to the design I’m currently working on. I’m about 2 months in and have at least that many months to go. It’s such slow-going, but I’m hacking away at the thick brush of it. If I’m lucky, I have a couple of (consecutive?) hours to work on it each day.

Here’s a super sneak peek:


Last Friday my husband took the afternoon off of work so that I could have some glorious, uninterrupted time with it. I was finally getting somewhere, was starting to think ahead to relaxing on my living room couch with a glass of wine and a good movie, when my Mac froze and I lost 3 hours of unsaved work on it! Argh!! Can’t you just feel the anxiety in your chest?? I thought I was going to throw up!

I know, I know, how could I be so stupid? I usually save every half hour. This was just bad, bad luck.

And, at the end of a disappointing day, this was enough to push me over the edge, into the deep, dingy pit of postpartum blues.

I was determined to claw my way out, but that meant foregoing that glass of wine. Every ‘free’ moment I had this past weekend was devoted entirely to stubbornly trying to turn my Mac misfortune into a blessing in disguise. I decided to grant myself a reprieve from this huge undertaking of a design and do something ‘fun’ (albeit at my computer).

A few months ago, my cousin-in-law, who will be only the 15th midwife in the history of Netherlands to receive her PhD, asked me if I would design the cover of her dissertation for her. It’s an honor, of course.

She was envisioning two birds as symbols of the cooperation between mother and child/mother and midwife, etc. So this weekend I left my Dark Floral #2, monstrous 17th-century floral still life wallpaper design on the shelf, and I cranked this out.


We still want to play with it, with the colors, scale, maybe remove some elements. But at least it felt good to ‘finish’ something in a short period of time. Which has me thinking that I need to work on quick, loose designs like this at the same time I’m working on the meticulous monsters. For the sake of my mental health!

But now, it’s time to get back to that beast!




This year, at Thanksgiving, I’m compelled to reflect on the year behind me, even though it’s not over yet. That’s because so much has changed for me this year, in a way I’m especially grateful for.

At 36, I feel more complete than ever before in my life. Not because anything is finished. Quite the contrary, I have this amazing feeling that things are just beginning. It’s just the foundation that feels complete. Many times over the last (almost) 7 years, since I relocated to the Netherlands, it’s been heavy lifting. But I chose this life. I think I chose it because I knew it would be hard … to start my life over again, in a new land and a new language.

Design sketches from 2007.

Hand sketches from 2007.

In February of 2007, I took a one-way flight from New Amsterdam to Old Amsterdam. And I made a deal with myself. When I set foot on this side of the ocean, I wouldn’t speak English, a language that, after 30 years, felt like a form-fitting suit lined with cloud fleece. If something was going to come out of my mouth, it would be in Dutch, a language which I’d been studying once a week for a couple of years. In New York City, I’d found a native Dutch speaker who met me in Starbuckses all over Manhattan, sending me home with long lists of vocab. And I studied, I did, but I had a head full of words and no idea how to put them together. I had a box of beads, but no string, no clasps … no grammatical grasps.

I don’t know why I was so adamant about quitting English cold turkey (a fitting phrase for this time of year, don’t you think?) I had visions of immersing myself in Dutch for 6 months, at the end of which I would awake from a Dutch dream, knowing myself to be truly ‘fluent.’ Oh, how warped was my notion of learning a second language?? All these years later, I’ve only woken from a number of Dutch dreams (a number I can count on two hands) and what they all had in common was a feeling of stress and struggling to express myself.

What happened in those early months is that I started to say a lot less. I couldn’t express complex thoughts in Dutch. Telling stories was highly challenging; telling jokes was all but impossible. I didn’t know how to say things, so I didn’t say them at all. My personality changed: I became quieter, more serious.

Design sketches from 2008.

Hand sketches from 2008.

At 30 years old, I was starting over, laying down the first stones of a new foundation. In my new world, I felt like I child. There were so many things I didn’t understand, so many ways in which I felt out of my depths. Everyday tasks of doing groceries or going to the post office forced me to confront my incapacity, my uncertainty. Standing in line, I would look up just long enough to observe that the Dutch people around me were so much better adapted to their surroundings than I, with their native language skills and their totally sick biking abilities. I ejected myself from conversations the way I ejected myself from my bike seat on the Brouwersgracht, for fear of making mistakes, for fear of crashing.

While I disengaged from the outside world, I was escaping to an inner one, where I had another language. It wasn’t English, it wasn’t Dutch, it wasn’t even made up of letters or words at all. It was a language of images, of colors and forms, textures and patterns. It wasn’t a new language for me, but the way I needed it was new.

Design sketches from 2008.

Hand sketches from 2008.

This led me, in 2010, to establish Ellie Cashman Design. I started designing surface patterns for an agent in the US and an agent here in the Netherlands. I loved it, and whenever our two daughters (Ruby, then 2.5 and Juliette, then newborn) were at daycare or asleep, I was at my laptop (I can’t believe it now, but my first designs were done on a laptop with a 17″ screen. How spoiled I’ve become since then, with a 27″ iMac and a large Wacom tablet!)

Anyway, this thing called surface design seemed to combine my fine art and graphic design background. But it was such a big field, and I was just beginning to explore its many possibilities – to design for fashion, home interiors, wrapping paper, stationery products, quilting fabrics, tech products, you name it! I was looking at blogs like Print and Pattern and Pattern Observer and I was overwhelmed by all the inspiration I found there. I tried to emulate lots of styles as a path to finding my own. That’s what I was doing then, finding my style, experimenting with the technology – hardware and software – to see what was possible. Selling a design here and there.

Design made during a class in hand/digital techniques at the Textile Museum in Tilburg, 2009.

Design made during a class in combining hand/digital techniques at the Textile Museum in Tilburg, NL, 2009.

Because it was something I did in my ‘free’ time, something I loved to do and did for myself (not for a boss) and because I wasn’t making any money to speak of, it still felt like a hobby. It was hard to explain to people what I was doing. I had no finished products to show. When my agents sold my work, it was out of a portfolio of dozens of other nameless designers. I was anonymous. I felt disconnected. I knew I wanted to get to these trade shows myself, that no one would do a better job of representing me than I could, but with two young kids at home, I didn’t have the time resources to create the volume of work that would make going to a trade show worthwhile. My big goal for 2013 was to do Surtex for the first time (a few months before Nathan was born) but halfway through the pregnancy I decided to take that pressure off of myself and I canceled my booth reservation.

My early designs were mostly made using Adobe Illustrator.

From 2010-2012, I made my designs using Adobe Illustrator.

Then, unexpectedly, in April of 2013, several months after I’d posted it, an image of one of my dark floral wallpaper designs went viral on Pinterest. I started getting several e-mails a week from people who wanted to know where they could buy it. At that time, I was talking to a potential manufacturer. I’d been waiting for years to be ‘discovered’ by a manufacturer, and it looked like it was finally going to happen! But then that partnership fell through. I think because the interest I was receiving via social media gave me the confidence to ask for an advance, which scared the manufacturer off. I’m so happy about that, in hindsight, because each week brought more e-mails.

Some of my first digitally painted flowers, 2012.

In 2012, I moved on to Adobe Photoshop. These are some of my first digitally painted flowers, 2012.

More digitally painted flowers, 2012.

More digitally painted flowers, 2012.

More digitally painted flowers, 2012.

More digitally painted flowers, 2012.

At first, I didn’t know what to tell people. The wallpaper wasn’t available, yet, but I was working on it. I thought, “OK, if there are actually people out there who want to buy it, maybe I could look into having it custom printed.” And I posted a discussion on the Dutch Designers’ Association Group on LinkedIn, asking if anyone had good experience with wallpaper printers. I got lots of good tips, several of which I followed up on, and I ended up with a fantastic partner, a printer with a lot of experience, even a bit of a specialty, in wallpaper. The team there has since contributed to my creative process in ways I couldn’t have imagined! It changed everything when I started to design for a specific product, for a specific context and industry. My early work was missing that. I needed a focus, and in the early summer of 2013, I knew it was wallpaper.

Detail of the dark floral wallpaper that went viral on Pinterest in 2013.

Detail of the dark floral wallpaper that went viral on Pinterest in 2013.

In August, I started shipping out my first rolls of that dark floral wallpaper, and in the months since I’ve tracked packages online as they’ve boarded trucks, trains and planes on their way to other continents (5 so far!) I watch, literally in a state of giddiness and awe, as the wallpaper journeys from loading points to check points to delivery points. The UPS guy and I are becoming fast friends, as he’s patiently teaching me best practices in printing shipping labels, customs invoices and running a little business from the storefront of my front door.

This has been the perfect primer period leading up to the launch of my web shop, which really should be this coming week. The builders say they’ll be done by Tuesday. Then we’ll run a couple of tests, and be live by Friday. And, as I think about that, as I look back on the last (almost) 7 years and the last year in particular, and I feel incredibly thankful for what feels like the completion of a foundational stage, I think about a particular moment on a particular day of this past year.

It was in the early morning hours of August 19th, around 1:00 a.m. I was in a hospital parking lot, climbing into the passenger side of our silver minivan.  My husband was in the driver’s seat, and our new baby Nathan, only three hours old at the time, was strapped into his car seat behind us. It was pitch dark and there was no one else around, just our two maternity nurses in their cars behind us, ready to follow us home. In the Netherlands, there are no hospital stays after normal, uncomplicated births. They send you home as soon as you can stand up again. That may sound strange, but the trade off is these maternity nurses who come and care for you for 8 days in your home. It’s a good trade, as there is just nothing like your own bed, especially when you’re cuddled up with your newborn in it, and someone is bringing you breakfast in it :)

When I closed the car door in that hospital parking lot, my husband and I were alone for the first time since all the delivery room drama had gone down. Suddenly, there were no doctors, midwives, or nurses telling us what to do. So there we were, in the darkness and the silence, searching for words while the still images from those few preceding hours rolled by on a mental reel.

We didn’t know anything about Nathan before he was born, besides that he got hiccups a couple times a day and kicked most at night. We chose not to know his gender. Because, we said, we’ll know it someday, and sometimes in life it’s actually nice not to know. And so we spent 9 months wondering, as we’d done with his sisters before him. In that way, I think our kids were just dreams to us, so abstract, until the moment they were there, and we could see and touch them, name them, and drive home with our dreams in the back seat. Healthy. Boy. That moment had come (again) and it was incredible.

In the silence, we scraped our minds for the words to describe it, and the word that came was “complete.”

And then there was nothing more to do but hit the gas, and go.

Ruby, Juliette and Nathan.

Ruby, Juliette and Nathan, September 2013.

And that is how I feel now, about my family and about my work. The foundation has been laid. I’ve spent the last few years digging the hole, gathering the stones and putting them in place. So much of the activity was underground and unexciting, but at the end of 2013, I feel I’ve reached the surface, am maybe even breaking it and starting to build on top of it.

In 2013, there was an image.

In 2013, there was an image, and behind that image, I found words again.

In 2013, there was an image, and behind that image, I found words again. I’m engaged in conversations, with my customers, my photographer, my printer, my web builder. On this side, I have something to say, and a language with which to say it.

Last Wednesday, after Ruby’s ballet class, one of her classmates gave us a baby gift. We came home, put Nathan in bed, and Ruby and Juliette did the honors of opening ‘his’ present for him. It was a book called Meneer (Mr.) René by Leo Timmers.

Meneer René, by Leo Timmers.

Meneer René, by Leo Timmers.

We quickly settled into our spots on the living room couch, with Ruby on my right arm and Juliette on my left, and started to read the story of Réné, a dog who is a painter. He goes to the market every weekend and tries to sell his paintings, but no one ever wants to buy them. One day, a magic man shows up and tells him that if he cuts his paintings out, they’ll become real. So he cuts out a painting of an apple, and in an amazing instant, he’s holding a real, edible fruit. Then he rushes home and paints cars and planes and big house, which he’s sitting in a short time later when a rabbit named Rose comes to the door and rings his bell, asking to buy one of his paintings.

Rose ringing René's doorbell.

Rose ringing René’s doorbell.

He says he doesn’t paint anymore, that he doesn’t have any paintings to sell, and he sends Rose home empty handed. But that gets René to thinking, and eventually, he paints a painting of the magic man, cuts him out, and asks him to reverse the spell, so that his paintings will no longer come to life. Then he paints a regular old painting – a painting of a rose – and he heads off to the market and gives it to the rabbit named Rose.

To me, the message is: having things that you can keep is great and all, but given the choice, wouldn’t we all – as Réné did – give those things up to have one thing that we can give away?

I feel so lucky to have cast my line of life questions into a pool of possibilities, and to have had these answers come back to me. I feel so lucky to know what it feels like to bring life into the world. Nothing will top that. But as an artist, a respectable second place goes to knowing what it feels like when a rabbit named Rose rings your doorbell.

And now there’s nothing left to do but hit the gas, and go.


Rose Decay wallpaper. Available later this week via www.elliecashman.com.

Rose Decay wallpaper. Styling and photography by Ellen Mesu. Available later this week via www.elliecashman.com.


Moonlight Meadow wallpaper. Available later this week via www.elliecashman.com.

Moonlight Meadow wallpaper. Styling and photography by Ellen Mesu. Available later this week via www.elliecashman.com.


Twisting Tulips wallpaper. Available later this week via www.elliecashman.com.

Twisting Tulips wallpaper. Styling and photography by Ellen Mesu. Available later this week via www.elliecashman.com.


In 2013, there was an image.

Dark Floral wallpaper. Styling and photography by Ellen Mesu. Available later this week via www.elliecashman.com.


8 Beautiful Wallpapered Spaces

8 Beautiful Wallpapered Spaces

Hello, everyone! It’s Mari here with a guest post from Arcadian Home blog. It’s a fabulous place to find interior design inspiration including great decorating ideas for everything from beautiful modern pendant lighting to soft and cozy rugs for every room.

I’m so excited to be here with you today. I’ve been closely following The Wonder In Us, and Ellie’s adventure into wallpaper creation, for a while now. As you know, this uber talented artist has a passion for creating captivating wallpapers. I must admit I’m smitten by her designs and can’t wait to see her new website.

In the meanwhile, let’s distract ourselves with a little virtual tour of eight beautiful wallpapered spaces, beginning with Ellie’s gorgeous Dark Floral.

Please enjoy!

~ Mari

Wallpapered Space

Dark Floral is a beauty and it recently caused quite a stir on Pinterest as interior design and decor enthusiasts pinned and repinned, sending the image around the world. I’m sure this wallpaper will grace many elegant and formal rooms, but isn’t it stunning in a space with vintage modern furnishings?

Wallpapered Space

Also dark and beautiful but in an entirely different way, is this black trellis paper. Black modern pendant lights lined in glittering gold seem perfect for the space.

Wallpapered Space

With a black background, this pretty wallpaper has a Victorian feel and works beautifully in a tiny powder room.

Wallpapered Space

Graphic and colorful, this contemporary wallpaper seems just right for this traditional entry and stairway.

Wallpapered Space

Called Round & Round the Garden, this lovely paper by Australian interior designer Anna Spiro seems to have been inspired by artwork of the country’s indigenous peoples.

Wallpapered Space

What a great idea to apply Black Crow Studio’s Watercolor wallpaper to the ceiling of a nursery. The color and movement are wonderful. Wouldn’t this space be lovely with a trio of mini pendant lights hanging in one corner above a comfy rocking chair?

Wallpapered Space

Papering a cozy nook in a writer’s retreat with a delicate Brit Pop wallpaper by Elitis creates a great contrast of scale with the bold patterns surrounding it.

Wallpapered Space

This dream-like wallpaper pattern and colorful chairs are perfect together in this eclectic dining space.

We hope you enjoyed our brief look at a few of the diverse array of wallpapers seen around the design blog world today. Images 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8

What do you think of these wallpapered spaces? Leave us your thoughts below and come visit our website for more interior inspirations, home decor, and foyer lighting!

My Moonlight Meadow Wallpaper

My Moonlight Meadow Wallpaper

Last Friday’s post over at the VTWonen blog was dedicated to the color indigo.


For those who aren’t familiar with it, VTWonen is a Dutch interiors magazine. The author of the post, Flory, called indigo a beautiful, natural color. The great thing about it, she said, is that this intense blue works with every interior. It’s fresh and basic combined with white, or a bit more classic combined with brown and gray.


I loved the styling by Cleo Scheulderman and Tjitske van Leeuwen (‘never dream alone’) and the photography by Jeroen van der Spek, an Amsterdam-based photographer and filmmaker.

I took the liberty of playing around with these images, and inserting one of my own designs (soon to be available from my web shop) as the backdrop. What do you think?





I call this wallpaper Moonlight Meadow in Blue Ink (my term for indigo). It’s also available in Black and Warm Black.





It’s a completely different style than the Dark Floral that has generated so much interest. But I’m really happy with it.





It’s loose, gestural and full of energy. I envision it used in restaurants, clubs, bathrooms, entryways, elevators, or other small spaces where a strong, graphic punch is the goal.





As for the web shop: hang on, guys!! It really is almost there. I’ve just been consistently underestimating how long it takes to get the last details perfected. If you’re on my mailing list, you’ll get a heads up the moment it goes live!

And if you just can’t wait, get in touch at elliecashman@gmail.com as I am fulfilling orders prior to the site launch.