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Would this have scared the beejesus-spice out of you as a child?

For the record, these M & M people aren't my handiwork. It isn't like I all of the sudden developed a talent in the visual arts.

This is our "other" spare bedroom -- our future nursery. The walls looked this way when we moved in five years ago. At the time we thought, "Ohh, this would make such a cute baby room someday!"

Now, I'm reallyreally torn about keeping these chocolate covered creatures of the walls of my little beans bedroom. Aren't they kind of creepy?

Or are they cute?

What do you think?

Keep 'em or dump 'em?

(Hubs still likes them. I think he just doesn't want to paint. My big issue is that they aren't really calming. Maybe they were cute for the toddler who used to live in my house, but maybe they also turned her into some hyper-active, manic beast-of-a-child. One who was afraid to eat candy or something.)

Comments

Tiffany Neal said…
They would've creeped the bejesus out of me.
Dump 'em.
Just sayin.
Vicki Rocho said…
On the one hand they are well-done and very cute.

On the other hand, I think they're more appropriate for a toddler/preschooler than an infant. (he/she should at least know what an M&M is!)

I also have this thing against licensed images. It's like you have a COMMERCIAL on your wall. As cute as they are I would probably re-do it with another kid friendly theme. I always thought kites would be a fun/colorful one that could grow with munchkin for a while.
~*~Lilly~*~ said…
I would say if i was a little bean & looked up out of my crib at night to giant creep eyed candy monsters it just might have a slight effect on how i turn out. On the other hand, fuzzy bunnies might do the same thing - so i guess you must pick your poison. lol
Anonymous said…
If your baby grows up with them, he/she won't find them any scarier than looking at the two of you.
they scare me. i bet your hubs doesn't want to paint. but he knocked you up. so he has to suck it up now haha.
Natalie Murphy said…
DUMP THEM! CREEPY CREEPY!

=)
Ashley Stone said…
I don't think they are scary or creepy, it just depends on how else you want to decorate the room. If you're going for pastels or a certain color palette, it might not match. But if you're going for bright colors it might be fine. ??? I'm no help. xoxo
Unknown said…
Well there is no doubt that talent and work went into these but I have to say seeing them randomly placed on the wall kind of creeps me out so I'd say that the hubs needs to buy some paint whether he likes it or not because they are creepy.

Do you want your child terrified of one of the most delicious midnight snacks in America?? I didn't think so... I vote dump them.
You have a commercial on your wall. YOUR WALL. As a sociologist, I'm against this. Also, they would scare the bejesus out of me.
Sierra Godfrey said…
If you go with an M&Ms theme, you can certainly get a ton of crap...my friend did an M&Ms theme for her baby's room. (Hint: Vegas has a CRAP LOAD of M&Ms merchandise)

On the other hand, they ARE very commercial nor do they promote healthy eating. And let's face it, you don't want to train your child to want Mommy's snacks, do you? If you're smart, you'll paint right over those and teach the baby from the get go that when mommy eats M&Ms, they are not to be shared. This is an important life lesson for a kid.

And Pottery Barn has come very nice decals that don't involve snacks.
carissa said…
Yeahhh... um not a fan. Mostly because I rememeber once being forced to wear one of those creepy costumes and I scared my self. Garfield would be better, and I hate that cat!

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