So my house mate, Leah, asked me if she could paint her room. At first, the hairs on the back of my neck bristled. I had an interior designer help me choose the colours for my house and then, I painted a good deal of it myself (with the rest being done by the ex... at a time before he was the ex.)
Anyway, Leah said, "The colour now... It's just... really not me. I would pick a colour that matched with the scheme of things, I promise."
I thought, "She's a great house mate. If it will make a big difference to the quality of her life here, then really, it's not such a big deal..."
Neck hairs laid flat again.
I said, "Sure, go for it."
She brought home some samples and they all seemed reasonable, so I told her to pick the one she liked best and have at 'er.
The result is now a light pink room (formerly known as the taupe office!)
It does look larger and brighter, I have to admit.
But I have confess... I never thought I'd see pink walls in my house.
Ah, what the hell.... it's only paint!