I was determined not to let Augustís to do list go the same way as the previous months had (brought forward, or scrapped) so yesterday I headed to town to get supplies to paint my study. This is not the most important thing on the list but I thought it would be fun.
All the shops were shut Ė bank holiday Ė I had forgotten. So I came home dejected and too annoyed to look at the other things on the list.
First thing this morning I headed out and bought white paint for the walls, had a cerise paint made up for my desk (an old pine kitchen table that I use) and some silver paint for the desk legs Ė I thought the whole thing cerise might be too much.
I started with the desk, turned it upside down and painted the legs. Who knew that you canít use poster paint on varnished wood??? Fucking hell, why donít they just make paint that you can shove on everything?? I had intended to use spray paint but with the weather so unpredictable I canít get outside to spray and if I do it indoors the room will look like a Barbarella set.
So I headed for the walls. My study is a big room with high ceilings, I was reminded just how high as I perched atop a ladder precariously trying to fight off vertigo whilst holding onto a plastic tub of paint and a brush. I managed most of one wall (did I mention it is a big room?), my right foot, both the top and the sole, leggings and sweatshirt as well as my hair are also liberally covered and got really fed up. It will need at least two coats, probably three and I am not in the mood now. Although I really will have to go back to the shop and get silver spray paint and hope for the best!
Painting is like hair-dressing , in that you donít realise why it is a skill until you have a go yourself.