This 'ere paintbrush........x

I felt the sudden need to smarten up the house this week. I'm not just talking about actually hoovering under the beds, or scrubbing the kitchen cupboards.

I was am on a mission, to finish things. Like the living room cupboard, like the bathroom cabinet, like Q 's wardrobe, like, like like, to be honest the list could go on, and on....for now though, each day that the bumblebee's have been to school, I've tried to finish jobs. The lounge cupboard ( which to the girls is known as the craft cupboard, paints, pens, paper, glitter etc....... it's a very good cupboard actually, it's victorian roots are deep and tardis like ) has had her make up applied. I mixed some of my Annie Sloan paints together to create a very bohemian pink.......pink innards....lovely.

Just need to wax it, and she's finished. One down.....billions to go.

The thing is.....I like quick fast success, and I have never seemed to finish a paint job properly...the inside never looks as good as the out....I know you don't see it under the tower of junk that will hide within, but if I bought a painted piece of furniture from someone, I would expect it to be finished well and painted in and out.

Painting furniture makes me soooo happy I can't even begin to explain it. It started with my good old Dad. The Antiques dealer ( or furniture restorer ...so he says ) all my childhood being surrounded by glorious pieces, some were painted, some were sent to the strippers yard down the road, then waxed ( I helped buff.......for about one minute, until I got bored and tried to hide in various wardrobes/blanket boxes to escape the chores...I really did )....... 

Are some things etched into the very heart of you? Do you think it's possible that you just are, and always will....be......

Or maybe we have such attachments to things......emotions.

Whatever it may be, I know that the smell of old pine on paint cheers my soul.

So that's what I've been ticking along doing this week.

Also can I just take a moment to say I have a sore throat........yes I do, and I'm feeling really sorry for myself....with my lemon and honey, my knitted hat on, dressing gown and slippers on at 4.30pm.......that's me this weekend.

 When as a mother, do we suddenly stop catching all the bugs from the little people???? Please say it's soon..........

xxxx