After living with this red wall for 14 years, I feel a twinge of sadness as I say goodbye to it. After all, I lovingly painted it – solo – when I first moved in. Three coats in three days. On one wobbly ladder.
While I loved it (and still do), I am ready for a more understated colour now. Sign of maturity (or perhaps, old age)?
Tomorrow, it’s a new colour. And a new chapter.