Conversation in head, me to me: In the morning I'm going to hang Hugo Haas above my bed.
Hugo Haas is one of my very precious Astrid Kirchherr
Beatle photos - the only one with all five original
members - bought from the Silver K Gallery in mid
2002 when I was in recovery from spinal surgery and
off my tree on pain pills.
And the moment the declaration was out, a whole anxious back peddling vibe followed, dictating that I wait.
Oh my goodness.
I'm actually nervous about hanging pictures on my walls.
After all these years of renting, and banging nails in others' walls with gay abandon, I am finally in my own house, paying my own mortgage, with my own walls to do with as I will... ...and I am set upon with hangers' block.
I'm going to have to sit with it, though. I don't have a proper vision for my room, and shelves and walls still need to be sanded and painted before I can do anything anyway. So I'll suppress my urge to get drilling and focus instead on the menu for Sunday lunch.