I have the same taste as Carrie Johnson, but I'm £112,000 shy of the wallpaper budget
telegraph.co.ukA post shared by What Katie (Glass) Did Next (@katieelectricg)I buy a baby blue for the hallways, palatable in small doses, which – when it’s covered every wall – morphs into the putrid colour of a doll with pneumonia. “Like sickly babies screaming,” Martin considers, inspecting it.
Now he is dating a local dairy farmer, he’s become a regular guest, but the best kind – turning up in the morning to do a quick plumbing job, disappearing in the evening to have dinner with his man, popping back the next day to comment on how my paint looks. “It really does make such a difference when you pay a professional to paint for you,” he comments one morning, apropos of nothing.I discover it is very easy to make a bright room look dark, a warm room depressing and a beautiful room cheap, and also that there’s probably a reason that the last people who lived here had the whole place in shades of magnolia. “Boring,” I said when I moved in.
Martin said nothing for once. Although, as he drily remarked, “Now, you are literally writing a column about watching paint dry.”I can’t keep my hands off the walls, even the ones that don’t need doing find themselves smothered in lashings of Dulux.
I become a regular at Homebase, where I hope the staff aren’t judging my garish colour choices that probably look like I’m decorating a brothel.
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