To make me feel better when my house looks finished - more than likely
To fix my relationship with my man child cricket obsessed husband - i don't know. I guess I could try gassing him with the paint fumes?
What I don't understand is, he is nearing 40, works for himself (the sole 'bread winner' as it were) yet he takes the day off work because his team won their grand final and they had to keep on celebrating. Um, it's not like you just won the ashes hun, and I'm pretty sure that the aussie cricket team isn't allowed to celebrate, and if they do, they at least are getting paid for it.
I must come across as a money hungry bitch, and I say this to my friends. The flip side is I would also give away my last 5 bucks without a second thought. I just want to be able to pay my bills and but all the fabric I need. Did you notice how I said NEED, not WANT? I NEED it. It makes me happy. And one day, when I'm not quite so stressed and unwell I will actually get to create amazing things with my fabric. It is my promise to myself that I will eventually win.
I am also furiously frustrated that I can't work. Hell, some days I can barely remember how to breathe (and that's meant to be one of those autonomic functions - guess when your autonomic system tanks on you those essentials to life occasionally falter) let alone crunch number & manage accounts. Yet that is exactly what I do for my husband, regardless of the personal cost to myself, and then he still gets to go and play stupid cricket (not for Australia).
And could someone please explain to me how if the grand final has been played, cricket season is still not over? What the? That's like having a pack of never ending tim tams, and we all know that ain't the case!
So a coat of paint - I started painting the kitchen today. I packed up more minky and added to the great tub wall of fabric in my craft room. I think I need to put up a hazard sign - beware of falling felt or something like that. And whilst cricket season is over, but it's not over, may offer a reprieve from his love affair with his club I can't help but wonder what will happen in 6 months time when the painting still isn't finished and he starts putting on those whites again. Do I keep painting, or deprive bunnings of my sparse financial contribution and realise that you whilst you can't polish a turd, you can roll it in glitter, which eventually fades and falls off?
If this stuff didn't cost a fortune you can bet my house would be COVERED inside and out, but I'm going for a more grown up shabby chic with a slight touch of french provincial thrown in for fun.
And to keep me motivated, here's one of my favourite songs.....Yes we can!
