Like any self-respecting aspiring interior designer I took to the blank canvas of my new room with gusto!
I wanted to go with something... international.
Italian? Fine art-beh! too expensive.
English? I'd need to buy a humidifier and a fog machine.
Spanish? These walls are pretty thin and a bull would smash them up.
French? Screw France.
And finally, I settled on:
DUTCH. Netherlands. Namely Amsterdam. Red Light district.
And so I wake every morning and say to myself: "Oh God, what happened last...? My money is gone...? Oh God..."
Of course I don't think they used rope lights in Amsterdam.