When I was a child I had a wooden pelmet over the top of the curtains in my bedroom. I used it to display treasures. The totality of what was up there is lost to me but I do remember that at each end there were pictures of Alsatian dogs, the results of rather a successful foray into painting by numbers by Mum. Next to it was this.
It turned up a few years ago at my brother's home. I laid claim to it. 'That's mine' I said. 'It was on my pelmet.' 'Bollocks!' replied my brother. The deluded bugger insisted that it had been in his bedroom throughout his childhood years. I brought the subject up every time I visited. At last! My relentless badgering has paid off. It arrived in the post for my birthday this year and has, at last, been returned to its rightful owner. Quite right too!
You'd think that this might be a candidate for the latest mad wall but I disagree. It's a significant memento from my past and I wanted it displayed in a place where I could appreciate it in its own right. So it's on the cabinet next to my bed for extra protection!