Today’s blog comes to you typed with brown fingers…
Hmmm, yes you see, Blanco left me with one task regarding my new fitted wardrobes that he has expertly built me, and that was to varnish the inside.
I did this last night and it looks like a chocolate mousse exploded all over the place. There are visible brush strokes, bits that are thicker in some places than others, and the white wall at the back of my cupboard? Well let’s just say it’s not that white any more.
I. AM. ASHAMED.
In my defense, it’s the first time I have ever painted anything really – if you forget the time I painted Whiskey Cousin’s bedroom navy blue and red – and so it was never going to be amazing. But it’s not even halfway to amazing. If my painting was a cake, it’d be flat, burnt and biscuit-like.
And what’s even worse is that I have no way of rectifying this before Blanco comes to hang the fourth and final cupboard door, and possibly me with it. Although I do have a plan…
This morning I rang Pa – who is coming down tomorrow for a concert with Great Aunt Wander Nut and me – and asked him if he could make an emergency dash to Homebase today and pick me up a pot of Lollipop paint. This wonderful paint is the most fabulously, edible sweety-coloured shade of pink.
And it is this shade that I am going to paint the back wall of my cupboards in order to conceal the car crash that is my DIY capabilities.
Unless of course, something goes wrong with that…
But it’s pink, what could possibly go wrong with pink?
Actually, don’t answer that!