Stark and I spent all last weekend painting our living room wall Erotic Exotic Red. It’s a color from Benjamin Moore, and as we couldn’t figure out exactly what was “exotic” about it or why, we decided what Benjamin Moore really meant was “erotic,” but didn’t call it that for fear of backlash from the conservative elements in North America. Also, the guy at the hardware store totally typoed the name on the can. Hah!

This week we went over to the less than amazing Canadian Tire in search of shades for the windows. Ideally we wanted curtains, but no one seems to sell the kind that use those little wheely runner things anymore (or possibly no one understood me when I asked them if they had curtains with “little wheely runner things”), only the kind that hang from curtain rods. As the apartment came with a pre-installed wheely runner thing track above the window, we didn’t feel like drilling even more holes for a curtain rod. Thus we ended up with “Roman shades” (Indeed, I can almost taste the Italian food every time I look at them), which we installed last night. They fell down three times and are now entirely supported by twist ties. Yes, we are classy like that.