For those who know my mother you will be aware of my mother's aversion to beige and plainness. She loves bright colours, expressive images and wild patterns. That is what my family home has always been filled with. Bright yellow bathrooms, orange and blue side by side in the lounge room, forest green for an office. One every spare inch we have paintings, photos and framed jigsaw puzzles. In no way could our house or any of our past homes be called normal or boring.
I never thought my mother would paint beige.
What's next? Minimalist living? Are we going to have a purge and get rid of a whole heap of furniture and belongings and paint the internal walls white? No more photos on the walls unless they are artistic black and white?
Stop mother, before it's too late and we all have beige somehow imbedded into our personalities! I don't want to be normal!
Maybe I should attack the house late at night and go all Jackson Pollock across the beige walls. Striking streaks of red punctured with dollops of yellow and a smear of royal blue, bring it right back to basics and remind my mother of the power of colour. Bad idea, she would just watch me like a hawk as she forced me to paint it all beige again.
I think I'm doomed to live in a house of boredom from now on... unless I move out and then I can go crazy.