After a few long, persuasive discussions, I’ve earned carte blanche to spiffy up my living space, within reason.
Alleluia. There are two months in the calendar that seem to call for emergency measures of some sort- at least in my experience. Those two months are November and February. The beginning and the end of the big dark.
So. Soo… with a little extra cash that will be blessing my account for the next few weeks, paint will be bought! Wall paint, and also some sort of craft paint, because I’m going to take my black-wood mini book-case and add some self-crafted stenciling in vaguely african-inspired designs to the corners and edges.
And after the clearing out, the painting, and the (cheaply updated, thanks to craft bizarre) artwork, then I will shop for a new computer desk.
I have a gorgeous, gigantic wooden desk that I bought four months before moving the last time. It ended up at my dad’s place. It wouldn’t fit through the doorways here, truth be told. But I miss that huge expanse of solid, heavy wood. It was a real desk. A life-long sort of piece of furniture.
The next one is going to hafta be more petite. And I need a *really good chair*. Sitting indian-style on an old discarded kitchen chair is starting to make callouses on the sides of my feet.
That ain’t sexy.
It’s odd, but this stuff is like nesting. We have lived here at the coast in a sort of chronic state of impermanence. I always expected I’d head back to the bigger city, eventually, after Americorps was over, and then there were men. The possibility- always a step or two ahead that we might move. That I might move in with someone, or move away, or-
I’m not ready though. Yay! After four years here, I’ve decided we can stay awhile. What do you want to bet after I’ve done all this work, and actually fully moved in, I’ll end up actually moving out within 12 months?
Nonetheless, it’s exciting. It’s exciting because I’m so sick of white I could retch cottonballs. White walls, ancient white computer desk. Yeesh. Maybe I’ll work better with a more relatable work space. Or maybe I’ll just goof off better, don’t care.
Also- color! Nice. Something to warm and brighten fed-upruary, as Ombudsben put it.
So here’s my question to you, weeblets: What color do you think I should paint my room?