Turns out I'm not the DIY genius I thought I was. My Mum visited for my 30th in August and I took a week off for us to spend together. We spent most of that week painting my flat. I really enjoyed it. I've always had visions of owning my own flat, rolling up my sleeves and making it my own perfect space. I've lived in my flat for two and a half years and I've barely touched it! I'm so scared that I'm going to create more damage than it would be worth to DIY.
I loved painting the flat. It was maximum reward with minimum effort. Going back with a free hand and perfecting it was brilliant as well. It gave the flat a totally whole new lease on life. Tiling my tiny ensuite floor has been an entirely different story! We've had minimal tools, experience and materials. All in the name of spending as little as possible. In fact, GK's boyf did all the labour for me for nothing. It has, however, taken three days and I am now left to finish the grouting myself. Oh dear. Let's hope it doesn't all go horribly wrong here! It took me about two hours to hang a very questionable shower rod today! If anyone sneezes it's going to fall down! Why don't I have anyone in my life that's able to do these things for me? I can do a great manicure, apply the perfectly smoky eye and create an ensemble with just right balance of fashion, park avenue princess and sexy. Why can't I own a power drill and not create world war three with it?
As a gesture of my eternal thanks for all the tiling assistance over the last three days I have been feeding my guests. Today, S requested a fry up. Obviously I was more than happy to oblige. When it came to the crunch and the actual making of the meal, I was practically a nervous breakdown. I've only ever cooked a big breakfast for one person. SoH. In fact, it was our thing. I felt like I was cheating. Even though we're not a couple anymore it felt totally dirty to be creating this sub-standard version of the creations we would make for each other. I'm so looking forward to the day when I'm free from this un-reciprocated tie to the SoH. He's probably proposed to some Brazillian uber-babe by now and given me less than a thought. I find that I have infinitely less impact on other people's lives than they do on mine. I'm like an elephant - I remember forever.
So I'm off to do my pilates session now. I'm dying from a week of no exercise but I've managed to not eat all day, walk to and from Canary Wharf but I still have this sniffle so running is still out. Will I ever have satisfaction? A bee landed at my feet in the wharf today. I took it as a sign that things were on the up. I also found a spider on me yesterday - an amazing sign of good luck. I certainly need all the luck I can get these days!
Kisses,
Floss xxx
I loved painting the flat. It was maximum reward with minimum effort. Going back with a free hand and perfecting it was brilliant as well. It gave the flat a totally whole new lease on life. Tiling my tiny ensuite floor has been an entirely different story! We've had minimal tools, experience and materials. All in the name of spending as little as possible. In fact, GK's boyf did all the labour for me for nothing. It has, however, taken three days and I am now left to finish the grouting myself. Oh dear. Let's hope it doesn't all go horribly wrong here! It took me about two hours to hang a very questionable shower rod today! If anyone sneezes it's going to fall down! Why don't I have anyone in my life that's able to do these things for me? I can do a great manicure, apply the perfectly smoky eye and create an ensemble with just right balance of fashion, park avenue princess and sexy. Why can't I own a power drill and not create world war three with it?
As a gesture of my eternal thanks for all the tiling assistance over the last three days I have been feeding my guests. Today, S requested a fry up. Obviously I was more than happy to oblige. When it came to the crunch and the actual making of the meal, I was practically a nervous breakdown. I've only ever cooked a big breakfast for one person. SoH. In fact, it was our thing. I felt like I was cheating. Even though we're not a couple anymore it felt totally dirty to be creating this sub-standard version of the creations we would make for each other. I'm so looking forward to the day when I'm free from this un-reciprocated tie to the SoH. He's probably proposed to some Brazillian uber-babe by now and given me less than a thought. I find that I have infinitely less impact on other people's lives than they do on mine. I'm like an elephant - I remember forever.
So I'm off to do my pilates session now. I'm dying from a week of no exercise but I've managed to not eat all day, walk to and from Canary Wharf but I still have this sniffle so running is still out. Will I ever have satisfaction? A bee landed at my feet in the wharf today. I took it as a sign that things were on the up. I also found a spider on me yesterday - an amazing sign of good luck. I certainly need all the luck I can get these days!
Kisses,
Floss xxx
1 comment:
No wonder you felt it was minimum effort on the painting ... who did 95% of the work? Taping the woodwork and ceiling edges doesn't exactly count as much as actually applying paint to ALL the walls. Was defintitely loads of fun and worth every second of the two days we invested in it. I would give anything to be having so much fun again with you right now.
FM
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