My mom loves her children. I think it is also safe to say she loves her grandchildren as well.
She also loves pictures.
It all stems from when she and my dad were first married. In their apartment, they weren't allowed to hang pictures on the walls, and my mom continually mentions this as one of the dark moments in her life. She continually mentions the "battleship gray" walls and how stifling it was that she couldn't brighten up her home.
It looks like a a picture frame store threw up all over a couple of her hallways.
My mom decided that she wanted to be able to see her family as much as possible, so she filled the walls with frames.
Oddly enough, as much as I tease her for all the sensory overload, whenever I go to visit, I find myself in this hallway looking at all the pictures over and over again.
Someday, I might just need a hallway like this of my own.