The whole of my undoing...

I've been painting. And, somewhere I could get in trouble for it, too.

Specifically, on the wall in the tv room. Y'see, when they repainted that room in light cream, there was something rectangular up on the wall, and when they left, they took that with them. So there was a rectangle of pinkygrey left in the middle of all the cream.

I've been resisting doing things like twining vines over the walls (there's a plant in the corner. I thought to follow its motif...).

Today, I broke down, and painted the rectangle. God knows what my parents will think. Dad has walked by it three or four times and not even noticed. Mom, however, is now home. We'll see.

In other news, I have runts.

Everyone is waiting....

So, was cleaning the Castle of Lions today. It's a dusty thing, poor hunk of plastic. And the years have not been kind to it. The grey is more yellowy and dingey, the blue now green.... And, of course, it is nearly 20 years old.

Yeah.

I feel old now.

My parents have not noticed the painting yet. I feel... not ignored. Perhaps overlooked.