Wednesday, July 10, 2024

Hugh Flung Poo

“Oh my God, it’s worse than I thought!” This from Dan’s co-worker, after he saw a picture of the tiles I bought for our bathroom reno. Porcelain white subways with a distressed, belle epoch-serre-lived-through-the-war treatment. Dan hated them, so called in a second opinion.
     I told him he’d been ruined by all the pablummy-greize rooms he’s worked on. 
     But the coup de grâce was his: “Well, there’s a reason they don’t sell toilets with antiqued brown glazing.”
After that, I couldn’t unsee the ersatz shit smears, so we returned them, but kept a few to tut-tut my execrable misstep. 

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