The one spot in our house that never seems to improve, no matter what we do with it (though admittedly we have done very little so far) is the downstairs hall. To this day, it proudly sports its horrendous dark red paint, which peels off in large chunks to cover the filthy stone floor, from which a large slab is missing from when the water-pipe burst, and it's cluttered with a variety of silly useless things, as well as a number of really useful things that have been mislaid. Anyway, to make a long (and sad) story short, it's a mess.
Luckily, Isabelle came on the scene, armed with little but her tremendous courage and inspiration, as well as a box of street chalk, and there you go: ugly hall metamorphoses into original exhibition space for upcoming young artist. The magic!
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