Paint Sticky days!

Oh the joys of painting, and some even gets where it's meant to be!  However, for me, quite a lot of it gets beneath my finger nails, on my clothes, and even in my hair?

When we drove off at the weekend, my hair was streaked white with paint but of course, it all disappeared with a few brisk sweeping brush strokes!

Luckily for use, and do you remember my telling you about it, the work gloves we found at one of our local car boot sales, yes, well they have proved to be so extremely useful?  A small sized glove which, for me, is still a little large means, for me, there is still a little unfilled glove fabric flapping off the end of my fingers which, amazingly, provides a perfect sized-wipe to scrape off the unwanted  paint spects and spots.

And I can't be the only one who gets paint everywhere, hey?

So now the pace has quickened for our painting, for our new carpets are to be laid in just less than two week's time, so it's all hands to the paint-brush for the next few days, for we really do not want to be still painting when the carpets are down.

The autumn leaves are turning  a gorgeous array of mustard yellows, limey-green, pale terracotta to deep-darkest green, and the colouring is particularly good this year because of our on-of, wet-dull-good summer days; and with the few Indian summer days we've had recently, the countryside has been looking very good.

In Wales, the white cottages nestling in the lush green hills and dales, look like cubes of fondant on a bed of green icing.  Earlier, more poetically, I was thinking of the drops of water, sparkling like diamonds, on the shaped leaves of that lovely old-fashioned plant, Achillea Mollis.  It has another country name which I simply cannot locate right now, but I will.

Ok, that's all for now, folks, for I'm off to watch a spot of TV before bedtime.

Cheerio,


Daisy