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Thursday

Well now. Thank you, DW, for telling me one of my icons didn't get imported. You even told me which one it was, so I could easily retrieve it from LJ and upload it here. Nice.

Cloudy and humid -- thunderstorms rolled through late yesterday afternoon, and then more thunder and rain early this morning. Lots of birds at the feeders -- Chango and I stepped out on the deck and were immediately scolded and fussed at by the titmice and chickadees. 75 degrees right now (23.9 Celsius).

Mr. N gets home from Kansas City tonight so must do housely things, so I'll be in and out of here off and on today, trying to figure things out. :-)

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Back from my appointment, and ... wow. Um ... um ...

... I was actually ready to walk away from this gig. This gentleman is a really nice guy but oh, bless his heart, his house.

I mean, he inherited a lot of the decorative travesties when he bought the place, but seems intent on inflicting a whole new and different set upon it. Although I doubt anything could outdo the blue-and-black-scattered-zits sponge-painting job in the room where he wants the mural. I've never seen anything quite like it, and my only real demand was that this had to be well painted over before I begin. Because my artist's paints are not that opaque, and would require many layers to hide those splotches.

He's removing the early-'80s striped pinkish floral wallpaper in the kitchen ... but replacing it with a wallpaper that resembles some kind of fabric from Jamaica, maybe? It's a large abstract pattern of deep blue with oranges, reds, yellows.

And he just seems so unsure of himself, and rushed, and I wish he'd take a breath and chill out. But I'll only be there for a day, and it'll be good money, and I talked him out of the Idea That Would Have Looked All Wrong and we settled on the Idea That Could Actually Be OK, so.

Why, why, why must I be out of caffeinated coffee today?

Some people just have ... horrible taste? *g* I remember when Mr. N and I were looking at houses years ago we walked into one in which the master bedroom had been decorated in Early French Whorehouse. It was special -- a canopy bed with lots of frilly froufrou, all in pink. With pink fuzzy wallpaper.

Mmm hm. Sounds sort of on the level of the mirrored flocked wallpaper in this one house where I worked. A '70s remnant, the current owners were not the culprits, but the whole house was just, just eye-poppingly bad.

And in fairness, the Sponge Paint Polka-Dots weren't this man's doing, either. And some of the house's wallpaper, he has ditched in favor of plain old paint and in a pleasant color, so it's not all horrendous. He just seems to have no concept whatsoever of "these things do not belong together."

I have a feeling he's probably not a very good cook.

HI MARE HI!

I'm so, so sorry you don't have coffee. And also, your client's house sounds a little like our house must have been, at one point--we found the wallpaper extras in the basement, and the previous owner said when they moved in it was all over the house--shiny gold and silver, with white designs in fleur-de-lis and such. Oh, and the white was fuzzy. GOD. NO.

I sometimes wish we'd taken photos of our house before we re-did the entire interior. Then I'm glad we didn't because they could be used against us at a sanity hearing.

The kitchen had black and white striped wallpaper that looked like someone had stripped the Hamburglar naked and used his clothes to make it.