It's SnoT TeaRs, ReaLLy iT's SnoT

This post began life as a weekend inspiration post and quickly turned into a random mess of goodness knows what.

Even as I type, my fingers are covered in white paint the shade of ice cream......must remember not to lick them.

After school drop off and before the cleaning marathon I needed to do I thought I'd get another coat of paint on my latest furniture makeover project. I'm sooooo not a fussy painter and have totally embraced the slightly shabby white paint look.

So, I was slathering the paint on with my paint brush, wearing only undies and a singlet top when I heard a knock on the front door. The front door was open so there was no chance I could sneak across to my bedroom for some clothes. Thank goodness for baskets of unfolded washing in the dining room because I piled on the first wrinkled and mismatched pants and top I could find. I wasn't even sure if they were mine. I tell you, it was a look!

Wouldn't you know it. It was the council inspector ready to inspect the yard for our proposed pool. I was so happy and surprised to see him (and so happy to have dressed for the occasion). After about five minutes of shooting down all my hopes I could feel the tears welling in my eyes and tried to squish them back. That's when the wracking sobs began and floods of tears started rolling down my face. I honestly think he didn't know where to look. I don't think it's part of his job desciption to comfort random strangers and wipe the snot from their chin. So I bawled like a baby in front of the council man......I know!

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Now that I've pulled myself together, here are the pics from my weekend. If you want to leave me a kind message (I'm feeling a little fragile) I'll be back after the next round of painting.

Fridays Mail. WooHoo!!!

Saturday's Reading.

The view from my reading nest (looking up). In this pic it looks like a feature wall with things stuck to the ceiling when in actual fact the ceiling is blue. It takes a minute for your eyes to adjust.

Sooty - Neighbourhood Watch.

Sooty taking a break.

What? You don't lick your crotch???

Book Inspiration.

After reading these books I was inspired to create this little wall vignette.

Is it really that time of the year already?

Well, that's it, that's all. I'm off to paint some more. Have a great day!!!

This is what I looked like after the tears subsided. I did not know I had paint on my forehead until I saw this.
And that outfit......would you say no to this ;O)

Tania xx