I have just been painting my bedroom. With a brush. Because we are cheapskates in this house who buy rollers from Wilkinsons for like £2.99 instead of shelling out decent cash at B&Q or Homebase. But really, because we are of the school of thought that’s all “Hey, I’ve just painted that whole wall, I deserve a rest, I’ll wash that roller out later, I swear”. If by “later” you mean “in four months time when the paint on it has solidified into a lumpy mass thus rendering it useless in the application of, I don’t know, ANYTHING”. So I went old school and painted with a brush.
The painting is necessary because the decor left by the previous tenants is unbearable. (Except not that unbearable, because I have lived here for almost a year and this is the first time I have got off my lazy arse to do anything about it.) We decided to go for white emulsion because nothing else really seemed to tie the room together, being as how my furniture is a mishmash of woods and stains and cheap MDF. One day I aspire to have matching bedroom furniture. It will be a great day indeed.