When we walk through doors, odd disruptions happen to our memories. This House has many doors. We are learning to understand each other.
Long ago, I found some sari material at a second hand shop. Some used to dance in. Most still packed in the backs and bottoms of boxes and bags, forgotten and hidden. Now adorning the window.
My tea making area, came with a little LED battery light under the cabinet. We can leave the toaster out, now. Oh, and Hi! This fluffy white robe is not as photogenic as it is warm and cozy.
The shower is tiny, but the tile rather pretty. Shallow bath, but now that we are paying for our own water, perhaps for the best.
Found the cat.
No idea why they put up so much dark paint and dark brown shades (most of which don't work properly.) But something better than nothing, and replacing them is on the list, but not urgent.
Cat doesn't care. He's snuggled in and warm. "Leave the bed nicely rumpled, go away."
4 comments:
Dark paint can have its uses.
Phil,
That's what I'm afraid of.
dark paint doesnt show the dirt!
I shall be having a look at my saris and seeing if I can steal your idea and drape them somewhere. They dont get any wear that is for sure, and they are so beautiful it is a pity that they are stuck in a cupboard.
Rosie,
Matching the color when it's disrupted does show. Lots of patches of wrong color paint around here. And when I swept the ash from the lintels, that showed on the dark paint quite clearly indeed.
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