Yesterday I had a plan. "HAD" is the operative word here. I'd been working on painting this hutch for the kitchen, and was ready to give it a second coat and paint the inside that gorgeous ceiling blue.
That delicate blue is becoming a decorating thread that pulls all our other pieces together
Heading out to the terrace, I discover that someone had knocked over the bucket of paint I'd been using AND the empty plastic mesh bird ball holders were spread below the trash can. Someone or someones had been busy.
Suffice it to say, I spent my morning trying to figure out how to get this paint off my beautiful stone terrace.
I'll spare you the details, but it seemed to come up if the paint hadn't yet dried. A little artwork has been left behind, but I'll see what I can do about that another time.
Who knows, maybe it'll grow on me? I decided painting was NOT on yesterday's agenda.
Overwhelmed and out of the mood for much, I retired to the sofa, swing, or terrace table with my book.
It was a "be good to me" day.
I had my first boiled shrimp dinner sans Sam, missing her all the while.
I gandered at the sunshine through the leaves.
By the time I headed up to bed to read into the darkness and sleep, I remembered double moons were supposed to be on their way.
My day ended wih beauty everywhere.
Some days, playing Scarlet is the best decision.
Happy Thursday!
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