The Stories of our Lives

Transl. “Almost in the tropics”

A week short of his second birthday, the toddler spent twenty-four hours at his grandparents’ house over the weekend. Our parenting charge therefore diminished by half, the three rolls of faux-rock wallpaper that have been laying on the kitchen table for three weeks have finally married a wall.

A before pic (for future contrast):

Ready to start working (Frank, nuts about home decor, was overjoyed):

Magie!

Now, what’s missing?… Oh, yeah:

Of course, this will look even more classy once all the toys are back…

PS. We feel compelled to note the couch will probably return to the other side of the living room in the following months. I still want to get an electric fireplace for that wall, chocolate coloured.

Other plans include:
- Framing that charming painting by Frank’s mom to make it pop out even more.
- White wood blinds, most likely.
- O’gee moulding for the top of the wall.
- A (fake) tropical plant for the top of the bookcase while it’s there – because if every other corner of the room has its own plant, this one might feel left out.
- Painting the other living room walls, as well as the foyer, the adjacent dining room and kitchen, the hallway… in shades of coffee beige, blue-gray and (maybe) some brick red. Will post about it in due time.