Wow - three hundred dollars = £164.02, which is about £20 more than I thought it would be. That will cover my coach fare for tomorrow's planned adventure very nicely without substantially taking away from the "Paint Liz's Flat To Look Like Terok Nor" fund. I'm going to need to borrow someone with a car for that - B&Q may only be five minutes' walk away, but lugging cans of paint and rolls of vinyl - it might as well be ten miles, I couldn't do it.
Hmm. Need to measure walls and work out how much paint to buy, need to decide on the shade of grey... what about the ceiling? It's blinding white right now. Is that going to look odd with grey walls? Maybe I need to get some of those little sample cans and mess about a bit - or load photos of the flat into a graphics program, that might work.
I've painted walls before, but I've never been responsible for the whole thing, never been the one making the decisions - shit, what if I get it wrong? Eeek, wibble, help! Anyone on my list good at decorating, please feel free to tell me anything a decorating virgin ought to know...
On the way home from shopping and money-changing, picked up a clean carrier-bag I saw on the ground (I use them as both poo-bags and binliners, and hence I never, ever have enough of them) and discovered a fresh, still-wrapped pork pie in it - a small, greasy gift from the universe.
Life is, after all, pretty damn good.
Hmm. Need to measure walls and work out how much paint to buy, need to decide on the shade of grey... what about the ceiling? It's blinding white right now. Is that going to look odd with grey walls? Maybe I need to get some of those little sample cans and mess about a bit - or load photos of the flat into a graphics program, that might work.
I've painted walls before, but I've never been responsible for the whole thing, never been the one making the decisions - shit, what if I get it wrong? Eeek, wibble, help! Anyone on my list good at decorating, please feel free to tell me anything a decorating virgin ought to know...
On the way home from shopping and money-changing, picked up a clean carrier-bag I saw on the ground (I use them as both poo-bags and binliners, and hence I never, ever have enough of them) and discovered a fresh, still-wrapped pork pie in it - a small, greasy gift from the universe.
Life is, after all, pretty damn good.
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I'm not the greatest person at decorating,all I can suggest is get lots of people in to help,then sit on your ass and advise them on what to do!
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I might go eat it now, in fact...