We’ve impulsively decided to paint the den, a room that hasn’t been updated since the early sixties. Pepina primed the fireplace while I prepped the chocolate brown paneled walls and the wall-papered ceiling (we’ve decided to take down the faux wood Styrofoam beams – I carried them out to the trash looking much stronger than a wiry middle aged pepino should).
As of this morning, our marriage is intact and we continue to communicate civilly.
Stay tuned for the next step of the project: The First Coat or The Friday Fiasco
El que pinta es el pintor,