Though in my case, it was an apricot wall that I painted black, the yellow was changed to white, and I threw in some coffee. I kept my two red walls.
My life for a couple of months. Late nights, after work, after putting the kids to bed, dealing with this sort of scene…
During the hell that was 'painting my house', I grabbed an opportunity of a fresh white wall, and before I moved the furniture back, pointed the 'hot light' at it.
I told the kids they could dress up, do their hair, pose however they wanted…
I'd wanted to finish the house before Sonny got back, and without him knowing, but had completely underestimated how long it would take. There was still two rooms left to finish – one, I had often joked, was his blog colours (check it out).
I had to do a portrait before I 'fixed' them!
I reckon he's a bit of alright.
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