Ceiling and walls painted, carpet laid, curtains hung, furniture moved back in. The first ‘real’ room accomplished.
Vonnegut: “How the hell did I ever do that?”
To be quite honest, the colours don’t make it look so much like a ‘blue chamber’ in some castle or manor house as like a room in a brothel for gays, if there is such a thing.
But it feels perfectly cosy and, well, mine. Am I looking forward to lying in my bed with a good book…