After I posted last September how I had rearranged the sleepout into something more appealing, Rosie saw the potential for a space of her own. So in an act of saintly mother-love, I gritted my teeth and agreed that yes, she was getting too old to share a room with Ella's teddy collection and yes, I would move all my newly set-up sewing supplies and let her have the room.
So we got to work again, scrubbing, filling and bleaching the walls....then stopped. Life interrupted and I got tired of spending my spare time scrubbing, filling and bleaching. A couple of months passed, I did a bit here and there...I actually got some priming done. And in the meantime, the dirt and mould and cobwebs came back. Aaargh! It felt like I was back to square one.
So I know it's not the done way but I said "stuff the cleaning, I want to do something fun...like painting". So while the bottom still looks like this....
....I have finished painting the ceiling and top part of the walls.
And it looks SO good. So clean, so new. I confess to doing a happy dance every time I walk in there. Which is first thing in the morning...and last thing at night...and several times a day, you know, just to check that it still looks just as good as in my memory, and to watch the colour change in the different lights.
What colour is it?
Well, I'll give you a clue. It's similar to one of these Meakin plates.
Or maybe a lighter version of a colour on one of these birds.
And now it's inspiring me to hurry up and get the rest finished, so it's off to put on my painting clothes and get back to business.
