Arrived Friday night from Amsterdam to a pink on pink on pink room in a house in Shepherd's Bush, London.

I mean, it is pink.


The walls are two colors of pink. The curtains are cream with pink flowers. The bedspread is white with pink and red flowers. The nightstand is blue and green and red floral prints. One of the two chairs (who needs two?) is pink and baby blue floral.

Ech. I don't do pink. And I don't do flowers. (I never did, even when I was little.)

What they need is Queer Eye for the Straight Guy, not a nanny.

betholindo at 11:14 a.m.

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