I don’t feel like I have experienced summer yet. The other day, Monday I believe, I sat in our office with a nice woolly jacket and a cashmere (just had to lay it on you) scarf. During lunch time, I drifted off to the local Pick and Pay to buy some foodies and a nice ice tea. I was shocked by the amount of people walking around in short skirts and strappy tops.
They either thought that I was crazy as a bat or sick and I thought “What kind of summer or you having?” I was a bit jealous by their seemingly self heating abilities and wish that I could also have strutted around in short skirts and strappy tops. Maybe our office is too cold? Maybe it has been raining too much? Maybe Johannesburg is conspiring against me, too keep me cold and fat. Ha! Well, apparently the Cape isn’t having the same problem:
Yesterday, I gave my drawer cabinet its second coat, which it pretty much needed. But with all the rain pouring down in Johannesburg, I was in quite a hurry to finish painting and as I moved on to the last panel, I bumped the dustbin on which the can of paint was resting on. HORROR! Black paint strew all over my hands, legs, feet and the tiled floor I was painting on.
At first, my beau and I had a little laugh about it and I tried to salvage as much paint as I possibly could pick up with my paintbrush. And then I had a mini breakdown. While watching my boyfriend cleaning the mess, with a towel I had received as part of a set for my 21st birthday, the tears just came flowing. I cried like an infant, feeling like the world’s biggest fuck up – fuck up covered in paint, that is. But thanks to the angel that is my lovely beau, the mess was cleaned up, and while tears still rolled down my face, he cleaned my hands with turpentine.
The cupboard is still not finished, as the rain hampered us to sand off the last three drawers. So, the
score is currently: one cabinet – painted; two drawers – painted; one drawer – standing miserably alone without any paint; three drawers – with all attachments and paint. Sigh!
|Paint it black! (Hair and make up compliments of ‘Saturday morning just woken up’ – PTY ltd)|
|The original paint and knobs. Not very pretty!|
But, luckily I had the festive season to recover from the mild sadness and search for some lovely, lovely places that we would call home next. I am happy to say that in three weeks we will be moving to a quaint complex on the border of Bedfordview and I am terribly excited to move!
The old yellow brick house were we lived will forever hold a special place in our hearts, as we had many debauch get togethers around the fire in the lapa. However, I can vouch that I will not miss the countless times that I have been thrown, clothes and all, into the swimming pool. Even in winter!
Getting to the point, I have been struck by a smooth criminal. Ha! Just had to put that in. But really, I have been bitten by the decorating bug, or am being haunted by my childhood decorating ghost, returning to once again haunt the drawers of my mind and inspiring me to be creative once more. I have thus started to focus my attention on an old drawer cabinet which I have inherited from a previous flatmate who moved to Namibia. The pictures will tell the rest of the story.
(PS: I am not wearing any make-up and the hair has had four days of unwashed hell, so I do not look at my most beautiful.)
Before I start, let met just start by saying that every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end. And thus, I have absconded from micro-blogging platform which we all know as tumblr.
With no offense to the micro-blogging world, the festering hearts of teenage girls and art (rather fart) of following some people based on the fact that they would promote you, just did not appeal to me anymore. So I have pulled up the stakes and relocated to the big people blogging world. Welcome to it!
So! If you fancy something you see or would like to share something lovely with this girl, please post a comment or drop me a mail.