Matching paint-splattered t-shirts (though we fill them slightly differently):
Poirot solving a murder, moustaches atwirl, in the background:
A large dust-sheet to cover the inconveniently situated piano that still, unfortunately, needs to live in your nursery:
A bit of artistic flair:
And a husband who will secretly set his alarm for 5.30am to finish the second coat you ran out of time for.
The colours look wonderful in that little room. It’s about time, too, given the less-than-eons of time we have left before Labour Day. I’ll give you the grand tour once everything’s a bit less painty.