Afternoon siesta

It is soooo quiet... So quiet, that I can almost hear the ray of sun crawling on the pink coffee table and leaking through the house. The cats are sighing in their sleep, dreaming of un-catchable pigeons and yarn balls. The warm afternoon wraps up the living room in a mellow cocoon.

If only I could be a cat and dream of feathered chases in my sleep! Instead, I lay a critical eye on the art wall and try to find a way to fight my idiosyncrasies...

Well, the fact that images can be deceiving. The fact that telling half the truth equals a lie. The fact the I have to live with this:

The apartment came with a white aluminum door to the tiny balcony and with a pine wood door to the study. There once was a wall separating this awkward design, but after some taring down and overall reconstruction, these incongruous doors are stepping on my nerves! 

To paint or not to paint? That is the question.  Painting everything white may ease my visual drama. But then again, I'm afraid the house will miss the warmth of the blonde wood (which I definitely like). To change the balcony door with a pine one involves massive intervention - too much that I can even think about right now, on the border of spring asthenia.

So I shall wait for warmer days and the inspiration they will bring. For now....