My Mother’s Window and a Riddle

And since I started posting pictures anyway, here is the window in my parents’ living-room. As you can see, my mother doesn’t have the same problems with decorating as I do:

And here is a riddle from my mother that I didn’t manage to solve. She is a math teacher but she didn’t manage to pass her mathematical capacities to me.

The riddle: There is a 12-story building. Two people live on the first floor, and then each floor has twice as many residents as the preceding floor. Which button gets pressed most often in the building’s elevator?

Wall Decorations

I don’t feel envy often but there is one thing that makes me envious to the point of giving me heartburn. It’s wall decorations. Sometimes, you walk into an apartment, and the walls are so beautifully decorated with original framed posters, quilts, and what not.

I’ve moved so many times that, of course, the number of things I own had to be reduced to the bare minimum. Besides, I come from a culture where the art of decorating walls did not exist. Our walls were papered, and then nobody was allowed tot ouch them, lean against them, or breath on them. So now I sit here, surrounded by mostly bare white walls, feeling vastly inferior to all those people who have mastered the art of wall decoration.

So I decided to ask my readers for advice. What do you have on your walls? Any suggestions are welcome, except photos of relatives. I don’t think I can deal with having relatives stare at me as I try to live my life. If people want to leave links to things they bought for their walls or always wanted to buy, that will be highly appreciated, too. If you have links to photos you posted of your own walls anywhere, feel free to leave them as well.

Thank you!