PURPLE!!!!!
Dear God in Heaven! We chose what we thought were two delicate shades of lilac for our bedroom. As the painters were in we thought we’d pop along and see how it looked. It’s P U R P L E. I don’t mean strong purple, or surprising purple. I don’t mean the kind of purple that leers demonically from the walls at you. It’s the type of purple which leaps from the walls in the dead of night, grabs you by the optic nerve and swings you around it’s head while bellowing in gaelic about claymores.
PURPLE!
I like it.
Well, I think I do. Debbie went upstairs to have a look and came down looking very pale. One of the builders was standing beside her watching her reaction. Her reaction was magnificent. She stood, quite still, and said (in a very quiet voice) “My eyes are bleeding”.
Of course, not that it’s dry and has faded a little, it looks really nice, if a bit aggressive. It seems to go very well with the antique pine stain on the skirtings and as all the bedroom furniture is that tone, it should look very nice. I think.
In other news, the mad and grumpy plasterer has been tearing dirty great strips of harling of the exterior walls so we kinda have a patchwork house. It’s almost poetically Scottish – we knit our relatives up here – having a knitted house.
