We don’t have enough walls to house my family’s (OK, mine) extensive ski poster collection. While the handful hanging now might convey admiration for the likes of Vermont and New Hampshire, dozens are stowed away, awaiting either a basement renovation or seasonal swap.
There are some of Dianne Mello’s original collection dedicated to ski areas in the Mount Washington Valley, one or two Ski Vermont posters depicting homey winter scenes, and a few others pushing individual resorts — “There’s always snow at Stowe,” “Winter sports under a summer sun” — Sun Valley.
We have replica posters of places we haven’t been to (yet), including St. Anton and Chamonix, and some even from another galaxy (“Ski Hoth.”)
There’s a comfortable sense in their designs, announcing to all whom shall pass the passions of the household members with brightly colored schemes that marry well with the furnishing. The winter scenes depicted never go out of style, even if the situations and scenarios over the decades have changed.