Cool a** trim, to be more honest, my friends.  Cooooolll a** trim.
Mike gets home from work one evening, heads upstairs to slip into some comfy clothes.  I tippy toe to the base of the stair....

"WHAT the F***"!"  I gasp.

"What happened to the wall"!"!"  Uh.  Uh oh.

"I think I kinda like it."

Now I'm wondering, as I sit here, if he spurted this for effect knowing I was likely sneakily eavesdropping at the bottom of the stair, mentally recording his reaction.  Which I was.  Hmmmm, that guy.

We then went the whooole rest of the evening with zero mention.        .....Right"!

When I asked him later at bedtime if he liked the wall, all cozy snuggled in, all I got was a quick half-glance upwards, a shrug, and a "yeah."  Huh.  I mean a yeah is a yeah, right"  Imma go with that.
But he should like it, it's darn freakin' cool.

The next day he did astutely proffer that it lends texture to the wall so I guess it is true, he does hear me.

Lemme profusely apologize in advance here though as this is probably THE worst batch of in-progress photos ever, each and every one blurry.  I had to turn the overhead can lights on since it was a dim and dreary day.  Alas, suckage photos.  Sooo sorry.

Before.  Yawn.See, after the headboard went up I'd been trying to figure out what to do with the expanse of wall above it, what do I do, do...