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Today we venture into the realm of myths and legends from East Frisia.

Once upon a time, when the River Ems still flowed beneath the city walls of Emden, the town was a bustling place full of ships and merchants of all kinds, offering their wares from all over the world. But one night, this idyll was disrupted by a violent storm from the north-west. And yet families were out in the glow of numerous lanterns to welcome their loved ones, the merchant sailors, and escort them into the warm embrace of home. But the Windsbraut knew no mercy. She raged, causing the waves to rise and fall, and tore at the sails and the ship itself. She drowned out the voices of the crew, all 40 of Emden’s sons.

Ships on a Stormy Sea, Raden Saleh, 1840 (x)

Faced with this great distress, everyone on shore shouted, asking where the boat was that was supposed to come to their aid. But the harbour master, who controlled the harbour entrance and held the keys to the boathouse, refused. He believed that Captain Elfert Giesberts had deserved his fate and that he would not sacrifice the precious boat for such a man, even though his own son was on board. He hated the captain deeply.

By the time he was finally forced to hand over the key, it was already far too late. The ship, with all hands on board, had sunk into the maelstrom of the towering waves, and the Windsbraut laughed mockingly over the city walls.

And even now, whenever a storm approaches from the north-west, the waves crash against the dyke, the air groans and moans, and the winds howl and wail, one can see, in the pitch-black midnight, a ghost ship rushing towards one in a bluish glimmer of light. You can hear the clatter of the ropes, the clanking of the chains, the captain’s shouts and the blood-curdling, bone-shaking cries of fear and death from the dying. One should say a prayer for those poor souls, so that they may find a little peace and not take you with them.

I had like one, maybe two friends who were all like FUCK YEAH YOU PAINT IT WHATEVER COLOR YOU WANT, PURPLE BEDROOMS ARE AWESOME.

But when they actualy saw the finished bedroom, every single one of them was like, “Oh yeah, that’s really pretty.” (Well, the ones who supported me from the beginning were more like WOOHOO.)

MEAN YOU HAVE TO ABANDON

WHAT MAKES YOU HAPPY.

When I bought my house, the kitchen was multiple shades of dingy white. It was dismal, but it was now mine! So went to the hardware store for paint (well, several trips, painted swatches on panel, etc — I’m very picky. But this was the final, ‘real’ trip). It was a busy day in the paint section. There were at least five people behind me in line.

Now, remember, latex paint is slightly lighter and brighter when wet than it is when dry. And I’d decided to paint my kitchen candy-apple red. The hardware store employee took my gallon off the Paint Jiggler and cracked it open to put a dab on the top, revealing the most incredibly deep pink, and behind me I hear the entire line of people say,

“Oh my god.”

…in perfect chorus.

This is the door to my garage. It used to be white. Live your best life.

Mischief the cat says “Who goes there?”

Every visiting friend says “This is so cool.”

my garage. It used to be

white. Live your best life.

not decorating trends; those have always existed. but the idea that color and decoration is inherently childish

this is the dining room at the Eustis Estate in Milton, Massachusetts, from 1878 (where I used to work, briefly). the walls are TEXTURED MICA SHIMMER on a green background. Adult Space For Adults!

A jewelry shop in Paris c. 1901. kids can’t buy jewelry!

who can forget the classic 1950s colorful bathroom? I’m not a huge fan, but still! adult space! bright colors; decorative designs!

So here’s two examples of traditional Norwegian farmhouse interiors. You know. The kinds of places peasants live in.

This type of painting is called “rosemaling” and today you usually find it on, like, carved wooden bowls and such that are only used for decoration. But back two centuries ago, it was very common to find the interiors of homes covered in it, in projects that were painted little by little over the decades. Because it’s beautiful to look at, paint is the cheapest way of decorating your house, and what else are you going to do on the long winter nights when it’s too dark and cold to work outdoors?

But mostly, they did it because it made them happy, and it was beautiful.

More than one wolf prowling these streets...

ah so you were playing dh2 with the true emily mentality

Good old fashioned brutality / Everything in it's place (x)