Well, here’s a little weekend weirdness. What is this a Jack-in-the-box? No, I think it’s a fun little play on the monthly gift of our female menstruation cycle. This was in the women’s restroom at a restaurant my husband and I had patronized. The gift that keeps on give…naw that’s ok, I’ll stop now ~
There is something satisfying about opening a new can of paint. You’ve squinted at that ridiculously tiny paint chip you brought home from the hardware store for days maybe weeks before deciding on it, trying to imagine the colour on the wall; it’s not until you pop off the lid to reveal the luscious colour do you feel confident in your choice. Hopefully.
Painting a room promises transformation, transposing the key of a space, infusing it with an entirely new atmosphere.
Painting a room can be cathartic, as refreshing as a mini holiday from the old familiar ambience, even a game changer. As it was when I took on my downstairs bathroom. I wanted to get out of the dark and into the light and the paint colour Bamboo was going to take me there.
The blue is a nice blue, sure, my husband’s choice when we renovated 4 years ago. I wanted to be supportive, you know, so he didn’t feel I was monopolizing the renovation with my choices. For 4 years I lived with this shade, feeling all the while it felt like a cave. It doesn’t help that the window is totally frosted so very little light comes through, (plan on changing the upper portion of the window to a clear glass, then let the light will flood in), and on our Vancouver rainy months it is dark in there.
Cue the Bamboo and voila the biffy is elevated to star status of light and warmth!
I keep going in to the room just to BE IN THE ROOM so I can gloat. I am pleased.
The ceiling is a mosaic I had done may years ago while left to my own devious devices one winter with boxes of old tiles and old mirrors. It is a river with two salmon running up to spawn.
Can you spot me lying on the floor taking the picture?
I’m on a roll of inspiration -Living room, kitchen and master bedroom is up next~
The Canadian Thanksgiving was this last weekend so I thought I would share a Turkey. I didn’t cook one this year, and since I took this Photo in September at the Animal Refuge Centre I couldn’t be so sure if he didn’t cooked, but then he’s in a Refuge-so probably not. Since my son and his wife were having turkey with his wife’s family on Sunday and then coming home here for dinner on Monday I cooked a Prime Rib roast and Yorkshire pudding instead, which we gobbled up with glee.
Week two of my island neighbourhood Spanish class and it went well! She covered numbers and we did some merchant/shopper roll playing and then the class ended on a musical note; two students brought a Spanish translated rendition of “Row, Row, Row your boat”. Next week they said we’ll sing it in the round. Uh huh, should be smooth! Anyway such fun to get together with my neighbors and learn something as a group. I love my little community, so fortunate to be in an enclave such as this. Oh and according to Duolingo I now possess 15% fluency in Spanish, whoo hoo!