But the man is showing me one middle aged designs after another. Dark and gloomy.
“No, no,” I say, “it has to be happy, you know. Bright and fresh.”
“It’s January, Madam, everyone is depressed,” he replies, “but I’ll try.”
And he continues showing me fabrics that would not look out of place in an old people’s home.
“No, it has to be cheerful! Happy, you know?”
“What is it for?”
“I am redoing my daughter’s room at home.”
“Well, how about she comes over and chooses for herself?” he sighs.
“She can’t. She’s a bit small.”
“Oh,” he says, “I thought she was 22 or so.”
And that’s where the jolt came. There would be definitely something wrong with that sentence in Holland.
Why on earth would a 22 year old woman still live at home with her parents? The only reason would be that there would be either a physical or a mental handicap that disables her to live on her own. Otherwise, no sane woman at the ripe age of 22 would still live with her parents.
Definitely not if she has a mom who is redesigning her room FOR her.