Sometimes I get sick of my decor. I mean really sick of my decor, where I start giving things to the Goodwill without even thinking until I realize that someone is going to buy my the cast iron and enamel Dutch oven that’s been in my family for generations for fifty-freakin’-cents. This sort of thing usually happens when I’m angry, hungry, tired, or otherwise emotionally occupied. The Beard comes home to find that half our stuff is gone and the remaining stuff has been rearranged.
I have never, however, gone as far as this guy.
Long story short, he was sick of his wooden kitchen floor but didn’t want to compromise the resale value of his flat by tearing it up or painting it. He covered it with white self adhesive vinyl and doodled all over it until he liked what he saw. This floor? It makes me wish I could draw better.