When we were given an
old window it seemed like a good idea to put it into our bedroom at Shoestring
Cottage to let in more light – too good to pass up, really, for a pair of
magpies such as ourselves. Then there
were a few problems with getting it into the right position, meaning some odd
little holes in the wall and of course there was the damage to the plastering
in a few places. So the best thing
seemed to be to repaint that wall. But
how to match the colour? Looking closer,
it was a most strange and extraordinary shade, sort of a mushroom/beige colour
and not really what we would have chosen.
We suspected it had been concocted from leftover odds and ends of paint,
because we once tried that trick and ended up with a similarly unappealing
shade. I am on a big white paint binge
so rather than try to match a shade we were not fond of anyway we decided the
best plan would be to paint the entire room a nice fresh white.
Well, more easily said
than done. The preparations all went
awry, Mr Shoestring said a rude word (or quite a few, and repeatedly), one of the
kittens got into the room and stepped in the paint tray. That was only the beginning. The rain continued to be torrential and
though it wasn’t cold it was extremely humid – the first coat would not
dry. Overnight with the heater going
full blast it eventually dried but the second coat refused to and in the end we
had to come home with all our bedroom furniture either wrapped in plastic or
strewn around the other parts of the cottage, hoping that it will dry over the
week. And it hasn’t covered well so
another coat will still be needed next weekend.
Sigh.
I did get out into the
garden in between showers of rain and took my frustrations out on the
oxalis – very easy to accomplish as it
has flourished and was not difficult to find.
Also lots of those horrible variegated lilies had popped up all over the
place. It was heart warming to see that
more of the “genuine” lilies have been popping their heads up though, what a
relief. I was dismayed to see that the
slugs had been having a festival in the garden and were happily chomping their
way through anything growing in their path – except weeds. The poor new lily shoots were sadly decimated
and I am hoping against hope that only leaves are affected and not any flower
shoots.
Such is life, some
days are just not all you had hoped and these were definitely two of those! I can't even show you any pictures because watching paint dry is no fun. Especially white paint.
