It's been a noisy summer on our street. Not only noisy, but noisy with a purpose. The sort of noise that says I am on a mission to elevate this neighbourhood to sublime beauty and you are not co-operating. Those noises are self-righteous and accusatory when your own yard is falling into disarray. Dying hedges, rickety fences, warped garage doors, overgrown trees and neglected flower beds do not instill confidence that these residents are team players.
And that's just the view from the outside. Eventually we will no longer be able to ignore that increasingly spongy bathroom floor, that tub surround that never worked, the crumbling window sills.
Which is why, with the two free buckets of paint that I have left-over from the cottage, I am stripping that god-awful wallpaper off the living room walls and repainting. I figure a beautiful grey room with olive accent walls will draw the eye up and away from the stained and rippled carpet. Yeah, that'll work.