My office is a cubefarm. It’s fine. I’m not complaining. You stop noticing how very, very brown it is after a while. Decorating is not my thing, nor are workplace displays of my personal life or hobbies. I finally put up some photos of the kiddos only after I realized my supervisors were concerned about my commitment to the job. Apparently blank cube walls don’t communicate a vested interest. I’m just a private person and yes, I realize the irony of saying that on a public blog.
Otherwise my decorating scheme consists mostly of schedules, procedures, post-it reminders, and, now, this kit from the Stranded Stitch:
It does little to cover the brown expanse of my cube walls. Maybe I should make more.