Bringing us up as a single Dad, my old man put a lot of faith in my interior design skills and let me get on with decorating not only my own room, but the whole damn house (either that or he just couldn’t be arsed with it). Purple walls, silver skirting boards, and Legolas (the sexy elf) posters were in fashion once, I promise you.
Ten years later and nothing has changed.
“Dad, can we paint a sky on my bedroom ceiling?”
“Can we paint a Herron on the wardrobe door”
“Can Pete spray paint a Pin-up version of me above the TV?”
In this hinterland of ‘no house’ Pete and I fancied a bit of fun with the decoration. We painted the walls pure white, then Pete got creative. I love lying in bed looking at our blue sky, whatever the weather.
The stark white walls also act as a great canvas to hang our ever-expanding artwork.
I wouldn’t have anything like this in my own house (probably).
And I’ve promised my dad we will paint it white again before we move out.