These days I sport what could almost pass for a French manicure – if it wasn’t for the telltale white paint streaks all over my hands, arms and the occasional snow white strand of hair. These signs betray the fact that I did play with paint, rather than nail polish, and lots of it. In fact, 4 big old 11 liter paint buckets. All white. All used up but for a small remnant.
Now everything is white, every last wall in the apartment, all the ceilings plus the curtains and the linen (not from paint of course), I covered the wooden headboard with a vintage linen as well. It looks nice and clean especially compared to the old wallpaper, in faded shades of peach, yellow and beige. I hate peach, pastelly yellow and beige with a vengeance especially mixed and faded.
Today I was on the quest for a night stand and found – a grey couch. High up on a pile of other stuff in the warehouse of the Goodwill equivalent. I couldn’t believe my luck. I haven’t had the chance to inspect it in its entirety. It was close to closing hours and not even the prospect of what must be a larger sale in the context of the local Goodwill equivalent was enough to convince the employees to stay a little longer. It’s Germany after all and when the store closes, the store closes – and that is that.
Now the guys at the warehouse at the local Goodwill equivalent are fast becoming my best friends (in addition to Helmut, the paint guy at the local hardware store) and I have gained regular access to the warehouse despite the fact that it is strictly speaking “verboten” to be in the warehouse. So my new best friend today promised to hold the couch for me until tomorrow morning.
Assuming that there won’t be a huge red wine stain on the part I haven’t seen yet I have just scored one of the big remaining items I need. Keep your fingers crossed that my new best friend will indeed be loyal and not sell the thing the minute before I get there.
That leaves me to sort out the carpet situation. Tricky one. There are red, classically patterned carpets to be had everywhere, plus the usual “modern” ones that delight – not – with their absurd choice of colors (purple, orange and beige with black stripes anybody?) and patterns. Bleaching and dying a carpet seems to be a rather intimidating process with little chance of success – or so I read online. And since I am not much into knitting and crocheting carpets that whole carpet situation is still somewhat up in the air. The closest I have come to a cheap solution is a piece of artificial lawn. I hear they come in different colors – but not in hot pink – and somehow the idea of a hot pink piece of artificial lawn as a carpet with all the white and grey sounds enticing.
I am sure you agree, right?