Crisis Talks at Cafe Rouge
We had a crisis summit last night at Café Rouge. On a digression before we reach the main subject, I love our local Café Rouge. Despite the fact that it’s a chain restaurant, the owner is actually French. So, especially on weekdays, it does manage to achieve the atmosphere of a proper bistro, particularly in the fact that we always linger long after our meal, and they don’t care. They even gave us a free bottle of wine last night (we go there a lot).
And so, in the candlelit, downing fine wine like it was about to be rationed, we had crisis talks about The House. Because guess what? He’s in total agreement about the non-creative, non-interesting look of the house.
We decided that where we went wrong was that with our old flat, the landlord had an, er, interesting sense of colour (pink carpeting anyone? No? Can I interest you in an orange kitchen then?) and our big furniture had to be neutral so as not to give you an instant migraine on entry. Whereas the new house is so neutral in décor as to be almost invisible, so adding our neutral furniture made for one big blob of beige, with our more decorative items looking like colourful measles on the blank background. Nice.
So suffice to say, we got pissed, went home, toured the house, and wrote on furniture things like ‘paint’, ‘move to opposite wall’, ‘replace and sell’, ‘burn’ (curtains in the living room – dire landlord’s choice), and then made a big list of all the new stuff we need. It was great fun.
And the best news of all is that He is surrendering His tiny music room to me as a study! Yes! I will finally have a room all of my own to lock the door and write in! Whereas He is overjoyed to swap and take the large spare room (despite the fact it does have a bed/chest of drawers/other guest room paraphernalia at one end of it) because He can ‘pace around more when playing guitar’. Fair enough. Doesn’t seem like a great reason to me, but I don’t care because six months of being selfless has paid off and I’ve now got what I wanted in the first place! Who says compromise isn’t an option?!
And so, in the candlelit, downing fine wine like it was about to be rationed, we had crisis talks about The House. Because guess what? He’s in total agreement about the non-creative, non-interesting look of the house.
We decided that where we went wrong was that with our old flat, the landlord had an, er, interesting sense of colour (pink carpeting anyone? No? Can I interest you in an orange kitchen then?) and our big furniture had to be neutral so as not to give you an instant migraine on entry. Whereas the new house is so neutral in décor as to be almost invisible, so adding our neutral furniture made for one big blob of beige, with our more decorative items looking like colourful measles on the blank background. Nice.
So suffice to say, we got pissed, went home, toured the house, and wrote on furniture things like ‘paint’, ‘move to opposite wall’, ‘replace and sell’, ‘burn’ (curtains in the living room – dire landlord’s choice), and then made a big list of all the new stuff we need. It was great fun.
And the best news of all is that He is surrendering His tiny music room to me as a study! Yes! I will finally have a room all of my own to lock the door and write in! Whereas He is overjoyed to swap and take the large spare room (despite the fact it does have a bed/chest of drawers/other guest room paraphernalia at one end of it) because He can ‘pace around more when playing guitar’. Fair enough. Doesn’t seem like a great reason to me, but I don’t care because six months of being selfless has paid off and I’ve now got what I wanted in the first place! Who says compromise isn’t an option?!
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