There's no chance of redecorating for at least two years. Every penny we've got is going into other, more immediate necessities. So night after night, I fall asleep with this wallpaper burned into my brain. The bottom of it is green and white vertical stripes. You know, the kind that are supposed to be slimming. The green is a dark, hunter green and it has been put down with such care and precision that it's hard to tell where the electrical outlets are, since they've been covered in the same stuff. Next, a strip of dark green (yes, that same hunter green) with chrysanthemums, gladioli and dahlias on it. Different muted shades of gold and peach. Kind of soothing, really. And above it is yet another paper in a shimmering sort of pattern that reminds me of those foil Kleenex boxes. When I was a kid, I always had one on my desk. My second grade teacher called it "clinics" and I never knew what she was talking about.
I could understand any one of them on their own. But...all three. We didn't get to meet the people who lived here before us. I don't know, other than gun nuts, who they were.