Some nutjob painted our house.
In the middle of the livingroom stands a big, bizarre spiral staircase that could be quite charming if some nutjob hadn’t painted it.
The big, impossible to ignore staircase is painted blue, green, and orange.
Why would someone do this? Did they think they lived in Romper Room? Did Absinthe flow out of the tap instead of water that day? Either way, it’s giving me a headache and I can no longer look at it.
My next big task is painting that big charming monstrosity.
We’ve decided on grey; black would be too harsh, white, impossible to keep clean, and I’m momentarily terrified of color.
I’ve decided to tackle this task on my own. I don’t need to learn anymore French swearwords.