After school we came home without the boys. They had previous engagements so it was quiet with a sleeping toddler and an unwell girl child. I was restless.Just because they were dirty I flipped the kitchen stools on their backs. They were helpless. There they are legs akimbo, modelling a coat of Acme Universal Primer. It dries so fast. The late afternoon sun signalled limited boy- less time. Time to get stuck in.
Here they are modelling a provincial shabby look with the still wooden tops. Mother in Law would probably still barely approve here.
Now they have gone all coastal shabby in their white long johns. It's quite a pretty look but I yearn to shake off the neutrals.
Having perused the Sonia stash which is nestled on a nice little roadside find, I am a little perplexed. There is no red Aqua enamel. Horrors! I need to do this now while the mojo is on and the testosterone absent.
There is a fine yellow and, looky here, if it isn't a rather luscious turquoise.
Though I was going for yellow and red, I am thinking this turquoise is a bit gorgeous in the afternoon rays. It has been a hot day and we do have a lot of red. In fact I had considered for a brief moment going for red with white polka dots just because it's second nature. The big fella may have been a little overwhelmed by that but if you go to yodel in Kyogle you will except the consequences. Anyway I have tired of that theme and the heat always turns me off red in summer.
I must briefly run to get the boys and as I retrieve my keys from this nice little thrifted bag, I see it. It's a sign!!!
These are the colours in contention. They are like Tara's multiple personalities all vying for supremacy.
I am not going to buy paint when there is this good loving colour already here. (Although Mrs Bartlett would open a tube of series 8 pyrrol red light right about now.)
These are nice and sunny for a while. They match my child and my handbag and isn't that all that matters?There may be some funny blue streaks in that pizza dough, my darlings. Mummy has been playing in the kitchen!
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