Yep, you know it. Another sunny day, another round with the paint brush.
This Hawaiian shirt is never going to be the same.
The final touch. I learned a while ago to cut around the edge of the tape before pulling it off. What happens is the tape and the paint have relationships and get married while you’re not looking, then when you pull the tape off, all hell can break loose and your paint AND tape come off together. I ain’t falling for that one again.
Finally! Brown doors. With a wee bit of tweaking required, but it’ll do for today.
I was so relieved to finally finish that job!
And then I turned around and saw this. Oh good grief! It never ends!!!
This got painted too. My wee hobbit seat. The name of of this shade of paint is Jealous. Are you?
Touched up the swingseat too. It sort of resembles a piano that fell into a candy factory conveyor belt.
Yep, another round of scrubbing. Your handy hint for today: use a pumice stone. With soap. Otherwise all your skin will come off and your blood will fall out. You’re welcome.
Meanwhile, Smudge Friday is out munting the rubber mats. She thinks they were created to sharpen her talons on. Not a single one of them has escaped this vicious and unprovoked punishment.
Yeah, butter wouldn’t melt.
What am I supposed to do when faced with this? She’s the only cat I’ve ever known that asks for a tummy rub and doesn’t turn into a deadly hand-shredding machine after 1.25 minutes.
I had a wander around to experience doing nothing useful for a little while, and found the brick forms I’ve been stashing in one of the sheds.
I reckon they’ll make great shelves. And if Armageddon comes, I can make my own hobbit house.
I counted up the jellyfish I made recently, which are waiting for the verandah roof to go on before they can be hung in all their glory.
There are actually 9, but one needs fixing and is a bit embarrassed.
Oh look – a random self-planted flower being all purdy and, um, quarantined?
What day is it? It’s Ciderday!!!!! Time for a bit of this…
And a bit of this.
Oh hello beautiful. Or, Kia ora Marama. It’s going to be another beautiful night. It’s the perfect view for the end of a busy day. Cheers y’all.