Mum and Dad have been talking about painting the study for a while now. Being grown-upper children, the boy and I felt justified in chipping in with suggestions for the colour, and were pleased that they seemed to be taking our thoughts on board. We all seemed to agree on a sort of light, dusty orangey-red, which would more or less go with the disproportionately expensive curtains and not clash too horribly with the unpleasantly-hued-but-depressingly-irrep
Imagine if you will, then, best beloved, my surprise at coming home last night after a couple of days off the radar, to find that the study was in the process of being painted a rather oppressive shade of Barbie pink. Dad was uncharacteristically unforthcoming on the matter, while Mum was unusually defensive, and seemed decided on the fact that having your entire study painted that colour was nothing but a Good Thing. The colour itself was sort of nice, apart from being rather bright, but it was as though in her attempts to find a shade that matched all of the incongruous elements of the room, she had compromised by choosing one that not only matched nothing, but left painful scars upon the retinas. I think I was baffled rather than appalled, but while the colour was kind of cool in a way I wasn't really convinced. Unable to extract from her quite why she was so keen to stick to her guns after what seemed like such a grave mistake, I went to bed.
Shortly after I awoke this morning, Mum finally had a crisis of confidence, prompting a mercy dash to B&Q. I went along with them- not sure why; I think I felt as though it was my duty to prevent further calamities, although in the end I'm sure I just heckled them cruelly from the back seat as usual. All the way there Dad was trying to convince Mum that she would surely prefer a lovely shade of magnolia. Mum was still sure that she wanted an actual colour in the room rather than just off-white, so in the end we settled for pink. Again.
We finished painting this afternoon. The new shade is a lot lighter and less overwhelming, but it's still very, very pink. I wasn't expecting pink. I think if I'd walked into the house last night to see this colour instead of the last one, I'd have been equally confused. As it is, I just feel like I got off lucky. Is this all some kind of mind game my parents are playing on me?
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