I want to live in a padded white cell. I am thinking of making white quilted wall hangings for the bedroom. There is no more room left in my brain for color or texture. Maybe a white quilted jacket with intricate lacings to wear while in the cell. Sounds heavenly.
So, I am on a search for that cell. I have a two week window before the holidays shriek in and shred the lovely walls and throw tinsel and paper all over the place. I am looking everywhere between here and California.
The hard part is that Ron leaves here the week before I do, and I cannot ask him to fly backwards.
Europe is littered with places that ft the bill.