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Let’s paint

Oops !

A week has just disappeared in a determined burst of creative energy .

and time slipped away in a rainbow

Where was my p.a for all those important decisions?!!

Oh well, best put the best foot forward then …

A new knee might be imminent. And it occurred to me, bending might be tricky, and so numerous painting jobs just had to be done…

From dawn ’til dusk, brushes dipped and swirled and layered their marks.

Repainting shabby corners and battered edges, bumped by puppies and boots; upcycling new treasures found in the recycling shop.

A few gaps for sleeping and eating and cooking for big painty days, big projects and big appetites

Awesome Allan did a fabulous job building our new bookcase, making use of an awkward, half landing corner, which I finished in Farrow and Ball’s smoking room green.

Soon after, and not to be outdone, the bannisters got a freshen -up

As did the kitchen, which as you will all understand was a soup of greasy- teenagery-dog and life back splashes, even after just a year.

And to a little detail… An archway in the hall, printed with diamond chalk paint in musky pink and almost black, accented with a smidge of gold. A little bit Tudory but modern too.

For any younger visitors, a newly painted throne, Bloomsbury style. Acrylic and chalk paint , a touch of gold

Now we need someone that can fit…

Upstairs in the shower room, the mirror has taken on a new design. The theme – men’s vintage pyjamas !

Back to the other bathroom and back to Bloomsbury. A little mirrored cabinet, hand painted in shades of soft grey blues and natural tones.

On the landing, an archway between two sections of corridor, using wood paint and acrylic

And a repaint of the treads and woodwork on the stairs

Which have thankfully withstood a thousand paws and claws

An old lamp upcycled with chalk paint, gold leaf, decoupage papers and marabou

While ornaments shuffled about for their next act,

everyone else stood to attention

Tasks are completed. For today. Everything is shiny once more. I’d like to say I’ll put my brushes away, but you know me….

Let’s get real !!!

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Steps

Once there was a staircase

Sad and green and old,

Years of feet trod wooden boards,

Furry, young and old.

Never ordinary,

A rainbow hid inside,

Steps in shades of yesterday,

One by one they dried.

Books crept from each corner,

Words to tempt and teach,

Ultimate the library,

Almost within reach.

Pots and brushes laboured,

Early every morn,

Stumbling feet avoided,

painting fast at dawn.

Best remembered teachings,

Fairies, knights and whales,

Comforting as always;

childhood bedtime tales.

Read by aunts and grandpas,

Gifts from loves long past,

Spines of books so vital,

Out of crates at last.

Now the stairs dress boldly,

Each an outfit smart,

Stop halfway and linger,

Step enchanted art.

Open up your memories,

Warm your sock-wrapped tread,

Climb a little further, soaking

all the books you’ve read..

xxxxxx

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Chance

Nobody knows what the road ahead will bring.

From an early age my philosophy has always been to prepare the way ahead, just in case tomorrow sends you a curve ball. Which we all know is exactly what life does in the most spectacular, ridiculous, heart-breaking or just plain annoying ways. Following on from our last post may we present the Art of recycling- what-was-either- being- sold- or-moved and the power of intention to flip the map upside down, and reroute the bus down a more scenic route.

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Life gives us lemon groves sometimes.

Deconstructed rooms, zoo on a road trip, painted garden bits flaking under constant scrutiny and rain, upended blue paint tin tipped over mural by designer dog who himself, having timed his burgeoning adolescence with the upheaval of travel; very nearly became one of the must-go pile!!!!..

Its easy to give up when things look like they are all going wrong . Understandable that what doesn’t look like its easy to fix gets abandoned. Easier to give up and have an simpler life.

But where’s the fun in that?

This is Skye Blue House. Nothing gets us down for long.  The mural needed a repaint anyway, work was then started on the rest of the path with masonry paint and blue shed paint, very early in the morning, section by section to avoid giant paw prints across the living room carpet. A ton of Scottish cobbles created a beach effect where a patch of grass was previously dug up by Bear under the old trampoline circle. This became a border housing the pot bound plants gasping for breath over Summer months with the addition of some perennials . Leah’s old wardrobe became a bespoke garden tool store, far sturdier than similar ones in the garden centre.

Since the surgery a few months ago to remove a bone in my hand, I am delighted to be able to paint things again without wincing. Arthritis creeps back and in my case it is sneaky and persistent.  So making hay while the sun shines is vital, before winter creeps up again making outdoor work too painful. And to re-claim the home we thought we would be leaving, two rooms were given a face-lift to satisfy that New -House itch and to let this house know we do love it it still !

Houses, like us, love to be loved and seep their pride into your (much anticipated and welcome) winter guests .Home ; a perfect blend of comfort, colour, you and spontaneous tea and cake. Disclaimers will include here the many blobs of paint on carpets, hastily cleaned up, ruined glasses I accidentally use for paint water, muddy dog paws on new Indian bedspreads, non compliant teenagers, weather, the bank balance …….

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This was an especially driven project for many reasons. Not least a big birthday. Which was date to have things finished by, and free up other head space to focus on bigger Art projects, pursue health options and enjoy the season with at least a few ticks on the list.

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Autumn will come with its own surprises so for today there is a calm quiet comfort in home . Which you and I know is in us all along

Thankyou for the Facebook compliments and the requests for outsourcing the old decorating skills… I think other than in advisory capacity over dinner, its back to words and watercolours for a while. One of the reasons to have moved was longer seasons, in a warmer climate which you’ll know yourselves makes a huge difference to the mobility. …

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And well; if we can’t have sun all year round, we’ll keep warm with quality friendship and cake xx

Love and positivity, Liz at the Beach Hut xxxx

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