I love my father. He is still trying to adjust to life on his own after being married to my mother for 50 years. Most days he fares pretty well. He enjoys his hobbies and keeps himself entertained. I always seem to have some project on the back burner for him, like this garden arbor he's just finished for me. (More on that once I figure out how to install it!)
My father is an odd combination of logic and creativity. His sense of style and aesthetic comes no where close to mine, but definitely make a statement. He recently got what we'll just call a wild hair and decided to repaint his living room, not that it needed it, but he just thought it'd be a fun project. (I should mention that he built this entire room/addition to his house from the foundation up.) What follows is the results:
Even if spring can't get here quick enough to suit me, there's no being gloomy in this room. I always think of Madonna's "Ray of Light" when I think about these wall. (One of her better songs, in my opinion.)
I'm just glad I have my own crazy walls to go home to at night!
Fickle April in the Italian Language
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