This is the room I imagine when reading the scene in The Great Gatsby where the characters all hang out in a hotel room because one of the dudes is cheating on his wife with a gas station attendantβs wife.
I want to come home to this place. This time. I recognize no era was perfect but this kind of place was so much more than the sum of its parts. A home that was comforting in its existence, unlike the bland gray/brown/beige rectangles that comprise every business and apartment now. Thick carpet that hid untold amounts of pet hair and cigarette ash. Wallpaper that, while gaudy, was so durable it could remove the Sheetrock under it if you were careless. A TV that, while shit, was a family gathering after dinner.
But others may have a different experience and I wouldnβt fault them.
Those curtains arenβt beige naturally. They started out snow white, but 17 years of 2 people smoking 3 packs a day with all the doors and windows tightly shut will do that.
Iβm renovating a house that was previously occupied by smokers. I knew going in that the βbeigeβ paint was not a color that anyone had originally selected for the interior, but I was very surprised one morning to find that the new coat of paint I had applied the day before (and which seemed fine at the time) had flowed down off the tops of the walls overnight, creating long rivulets of paint running down to the floorboards. I had to remove the nicotine layer with mineral spirits to get the paint to stick. Somehow, thereβs no cigarette smell in the house, which is a happy miracle.
Had the same thing happened to me. Bought a house that the previous owners were chain smokers. Spent all day getting the kitchen painted a nice brick red. Left to go get supper. Came back to the same beige walls from before painting. All of the paint had slipped down and off the walls. Great mess to clean up and start all over.
For bonus points, the previous tenant in my house was apparently also running a 3D printer business of some sort, so thereβs a fine black powder in all sorts of unimaginably impossible-to-reach places. And he did his own electrical work, making it a miracle that the house never caught fire.
Itβs weird to me that people wouldnβt clean their curtains on a regular basis and replace them as needed.
Curtains are stupid expensive, I have a big window with curtains that are in dire need of replacing but Iβm looking at several thousand dollars for just that one window.
My parents decided to do just that with the old curtains, they just disappeared in the washing machine, leaving just a bunch of strings.
It even has the bowl of hard candy on the coffee table!
Hey! I have a bowl of hard candy on my coffee table! What, you donβt like hard candyβ½
If it was good enough for grandma, itβs good enough for me. π€
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sorry for your loss