I scored some part time work that will not only pay some bills but erase an interior decorating travesty, in my eyes.  One day at 7/11, I met a really nice guy who just bought a house about fifteen minutes from where I live.  He bought it from a British guy who has the misfortune to be going through a divorce from his Japanese wife.  Like the British guy’s marriage, the house was in pretty bad shape and had termites too (I don’t know if a marriage can actually have termites but I like the visual).  Fixing things up was a pretty big job for one person so I have been helping out a little bit.  The new family hasn’t moved in yet but they have started moving their stuff in  as you can see from the picture.  The new owner is traveling until Friday and hired me to rid the house of the pink paint.  It is a job I am taking great joy in.  The new owner’s theory is that the pink was the previous owner’s daughter’s favorite color.  Maybe their are no limits to what we will do for our children.  The pink drives me crazy though.  It gives the whole house an uncomfortable and creepy light.  I’m about two-thirds of the way through making the walls a nice sterile white.  Usually, I’m not a big fan of white walls but in this case I couldn’t be happier.

On an almost related note, when Satomi and I rented our house the owner told me I could paint the walls “American colors.”  I’m thinking that she didn’t mean red, white and blue but I didn’t really have a clue about what she meant.  Maybe I have seen what she meant.  For the record, I painted our walls a nice off white.

-The Green Tea Dreamer