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desperanceActually, it's like some bloody metaphor: the more I try to hide it, the more the stain shows through.
I shall cease these unavailing efforts, and merely depend on my guests not to stare at the ceiling. It does at least have the possibly saving grace of being high; they'd have to lift their eyes deliberately. Which would be rude, I think. Also, en route upwards, their gaze would almost certainly be distracted by the World's Ugliest Light-Fitting, which may stand as another saving grace. (This is the House of Extraordinary Lighting, and it rejects all kinds else. The fairly sensible fitting I put up in this room fell out in reprisal.)
So: now I have all the fun of reinstating Stuff into the dining-room. I could of course use this as the occasion for a serious declutter, and take nothing back into that space that I did not want to keep, for reasons of beauty or utility. Could do.
Does that seem likely, at all? At all...?
I shall cease these unavailing efforts, and merely depend on my guests not to stare at the ceiling. It does at least have the possibly saving grace of being high; they'd have to lift their eyes deliberately. Which would be rude, I think. Also, en route upwards, their gaze would almost certainly be distracted by the World's Ugliest Light-Fitting, which may stand as another saving grace. (This is the House of Extraordinary Lighting, and it rejects all kinds else. The fairly sensible fitting I put up in this room fell out in reprisal.)
So: now I have all the fun of reinstating Stuff into the dining-room. I could of course use this as the occasion for a serious declutter, and take nothing back into that space that I did not want to keep, for reasons of beauty or utility. Could do.
Does that seem likely, at all? At all...?