So, the living room. The magnolia paradise. The mellow yellow room of gloom. That room. It’s done. Mostly done. Done enough that I can sit back on the sofa and put my feet up without casting an analytical eye around the room and immediately wanting to get up and change something. Done enough for now then, let’s say. And it only took a mere six months … five months to faff about with paint samples only to opt for my usual pure brilliant white, three weeks to transform the walls at a pace of one coat per one small section every two days or so, and the remaining time to shuffle furniture one inch to the left and then back again. Speedy at making over rooms, I am not.
I don't know whether you've ever picked up on this, but my blog post titles are often based on what music I've been listening to in any given week.
Let's groove on, 'cause it's time to move on ... Chad Jackson and Hear The Drummer Get Wicked.
I wore frills and I liked it ... yes, Katy Perry.
Kimi Chameleon ... a throwback to the 80s and Culture Club's Karma Chameleon.
Slow down, you move too fast ... that'll be my favourite Simon & Garfunkel song, Feeling Groovy.
Can you guess?
I've been dithering over our living room for nearly three years now, changing colours, changing furniture, changing pretty much everything. I've never felt comfortable in there which is such a shame because, with a big bay window looking on to little but green, it's full of light from mid morning until late afternoon and has lovely views. Instead, I've always opted to sit in our open plan kitchen/dining room, even at night (we have two sofas in there ... we don't spend our evenings sitting formally at the dining table opposite one another, fear not).