It’s controversial. It’s divisive. It tears families apart.

It’s my plate wall.

Andy and I have a standing “disagreement.” He believes walls-o-plates are grandma-ish, while I – having seen lots of incredible plate displays in beautiful rooms (see below) – know he’s wrong.

I present to you my first piece of evidence, from Apartment Therapy:
This gorge room (not sure where it’s from!):

Or this beautiful display, from Casa Sugar:

All decidedly non-grandma-ish, yes?

Note that my husband declined to mention this concern while I was carefully collecting fun plates in whites, blues and greens from yard sales and thrift stores. (Almost all were under a buck!)

Once the plate wall was up, I promised him I would take his concern under consideration, and get other opinions. Both our moms weighed in, as did friends and visitors. (Unfortunately, at least half of those people I asked are grandmas, giving Andy the ammunition he needed.)

But that’s okay, because I love it, and it’s up and finished. Ta-da!

Anchoring the display is a giant black sleeping dog, who doesn’t seem to understand that she’d have more room if she didn’t lay in her bed sideways.