It is basically totally off the subject but it does make for interesting reading.
Anyway it was about 100 years ago PC (pre- children). My hubby an I lived in a very small house with seriously a very small amount of rands. Actually we did not have to much of anything besides a pavement special called Soda-Pop and a Boxer called Bongo. Who lapped up any cash we had in the form of vet bills.
In my wisdom I decided to paint the interior of my house. Due to the fact that cash was at a minimum I decided to paint only half the house. I thought it would make for very interesting interior design as well as the fact that it would only cost, well half as much.
As I mentioned it was 100 years ago and paint was still relatively cheap. I chose a beautiful wedgewood blue. As luck would have it my husband took an instant dilike to the colour so I had to return to the hardware store where they preceded to add more pigment. Note to self: never do this again as it messes with the integrity of the paint and results in the paint being terribly chalky.
Now I had a relatively happy husband and a very chalky paint. Never the less I was on a mission and nothing was going to deter me.
Our house was a pefect little rectangle. My master plan was to paint the one side from the front door all the way to the back door, sheer brilliance.
What could possibley go wrong?
On that note I need to back track some what. My hubby and I are total opposites. He is a financial guru, he is neat, he is level headed and he is the most organised person I know. I on the other hand am not one of the above.
So I began painting. It was just after I had finished the 1st wall that I realised that I was just not having fun. This painting was just so boring. What made it all the more laborious was the fact that I had to be so neat, tidy and organised. I had been cautioned that not a drop of wedgewood blue paint was to come within an inch of our beautiful cream wool carpets. Oh, did I forget to mention that we had cream wool carpets from wall to wall.
Now let me paint (excuse the punn) the scene. We had lovely french doors openning out onto a square of garden. I had placed the ladder in the centre of the doors as I was doing final touchups on the section of wall above the doors. I had the roller tray containing the paint on the plastic alongside the ladder, on the floor. I was now precariously perched atop the ladder with a brush in hand when suddenly the doorbell range. To this day I cannot quite remember whose fickle finger of fate it was that pushed the button.
Suddenly Bongo and Soda Pop appeared from the garden. They tore into the lounge under the ladder and right through the tray containing my now very chalky wedgewood blue paint. They then continued on their mission over the cream wool carpets and onto our wovern cream lounge suit leaving in their trail tracks of perfect paw prints on my carpets and my lounge suit. In another life the design could have been quite attractive. In another completely different life that is on the outter edge of the universe.
Well I simply couldnt believe it. It was a horror story.
It was also at this particular moment that My hubby chose to walk past the french doors. He glanced in viewed the carniage and just continued walking.I don’t think he could quite comprehend the level of destruction he had just witnessed
Blue paint enriched with a double dose of pigment is just not the easiest medium to remove from cream wool or woven fabric. In fact it is darn near impossible. I did manage to eventually remove about 98% of it. The balance remained behind, jus enough to taunt me.
I must admit Wedgewood blue has never quite had the same appeal it once had. In fact I find it quite disturbing.
Looking back now I can find some humour in the story but 100 years ago it just simply was not funny:)
Until next time fellow blogsters
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