things i never wanted to see. this is one of them. there are some images and sounds my brain just cant compute. and laurence llewelyn bowen in that shirt, with that expression reminds me that world really does work in mysterious ways. i stumbled across this video with elle, trying unsuccessfully to find an episode of changing rooms where the contestants, after swapping homes with friends, and returning to a house covered with chrome skirting boards and shelves, red painted walls and leopard print curtains, forget to pretend to be grateful that their home has been turned into what one homeowner described “a tart’s boudoir” and cry, grimace or to me and my mums entertainment scream - preferably at laurence pretentious sleeved llewelyn bowen.
and on the topic of decorating, or indeed changing rooms, ill be changing rooms very very soon. less than a month to go til exams start. LESS THAN A MONTH. and then when its all over, move properly in dads old room, which just about fits a bed and a telly, which is all i need at the moment to be honest. however the excitement of decorating my first room, properly, semi-permanently, my decisions, good or bad, chrome or wooden. ive bought silly amounts of crockery for my non existent house, let alone one small bedroom! i cant control it. i can see my little home. where i “entertain”, i.e. people, friends, families, maybe even strangers, lounge on my sofa, sit at my kitchen table nibbling on biccies. where we gather and eat my burnt food at the dinner table. and get ready to go out in my bedroom. my little home.