paint and monologues

On Saturday Rachel went with Mrs. Chapman and Mellinger to her cousins babyshower and I went with Mr(s). Chapman and Mellinger to work on the Oregon City rental. It’s a neat old house that is gonna look really cool when they are done with it. I was set with the task of priming the downstairs rooms. It was fairly noisy (because of a propane heater), and we were working in separate rooms so I had alot of time to think. Here is one of the things I thought of:

As a color, I believe that pink has it’s uses. As a color for old lady cheeks for example, or young lady dresses and various accessories, I think it is perfectly fitting. Little girls also seem to be quite enthralled with almost anything that is pink and I think that is natural. However I have come to the realization that it is the duty of every rational person (a category that seems to exclude a disturbing number of interior decorators) to vigorously oppose the use of pink for any exterior or interior wall, ceiling or floor and to cover over it’s misguided application with thick white primer at every opportunity. Let this be a clarion call to action; to don our painter’s hats and hoist our rollers to rid our fair land of this pestilence!

I have also encountered this weekend another decorating horror which I hesitate to name. It may be some time before my fragile sanity recovers from the shock of it. The idea has a certain allure, it seems to appeal to a dark, primal, part of my nature. When I think of it visions of the vast starry sky fill my mind, and I feel unnaturally pulled towards the black void. While at the seem time it fills me with dread and terror unspeakable. I would not expose my gentle readers to the perversion of interior decorating that follows except to warn you from it’s influence. I feel it is my duty to mankind to speak out against it and educate others about this unholy blasphemy of wall covering.

It is, in a word, glitter!

Even as I write it my hands shake over the keyboard to think of how closely I came to liking it. Had it not been for the refreshing fumes of the fresh primer I might of succumbed to this evil. But I was lucky. I hope that now you have heard of it you will resolve to never stray to closely too it’s power.