Friday, January 25, 2013

The Black Wall - Another Holiday Project Ticked off.

Painting the kitchen wall chalkboard black with the left over paint from my graduate work was on the January holiday 'get it done' list. I'd been waiting for just the right day to do it - that is one where both the courage and the energy for the job co- incided. In the end no energy was forthcoming so I just went with the courage bit and 'soldiered' through on automatic (yes, brave me). It was a case of Now or Never - I'd been thinking about it for ages. However the 'no energy' bit explains the slightly crap job I did of it. Cutting in with black is an art for steady hands and patience. But from a distance you can't tell.
As our living area is very open planned it's hard to miss this new black wall. But my partner is oblivious to such things and it was entertaining for us to see how long it would take him on arriving home before noticing. In the end we just had to point it out otherwise  it could have been a very long night.
My verdict? It's too black, and a bit startling the way no light reflects off it. I think the next step might be softening it with the chalk duster....I do like however the way it makes the 'yet to be professionally wired in' vintage chandelier stand out.
In other holiday projects ticked off....behold the gleaming cutlery drawer (and new highpoint in blogging). Wish I'd taken the before photo - it was putrid. How does a cutlery drawer get so dirty when you only ever put clean stuff in there? It's a mystery...

Thursday, January 17, 2013

The Sweetness Unexpected.

Last week was my fifth infusion of Intragram. Even though I was told it would get easier  as the months wore on, it hasn't. The days afterwards are still a lot like you'd imagine the after effects of colliding with a Mac truck would be, with at least one day on the bath room tiles surfing waves of nausea. And yet not so grim. This opportunity clearly represents a blessing. Plus this time around was my kind of weather - a classic hot summer day, the school holidays and the bliss of retreating into a cool, still home afterwards. Arch had had his birthday party the weekend before at "Tunzafun" - little boy heaven with dodgems, laser tag (whatever that is), and unlimited games - and all the presents he'd received from invitees were still strewn over the lounge room floor. This is partly because I dread the idea of integrating yet more toys into the household but also because they are nice and accessible for him and he is still spending hours playing blissfully constructing, sorting, building etc.among them. Before long, with myself parked on the lounge just watching him idly, no thoughts about what I needed to get up and do next, a sense of sweet contentment had come over the room. Funny how easy parenting can sometimes be. That all your child might want is your presence, a sense of your availability. And they do sense it. I've become really aware of this after a hectic year when my attention was partially elsewhere. Arch doesn't just give love unconditionally, you have to earn it. But to get right down to it earning that love doesn't, it appear, involve much. For the rest of the week the two of us spent our time together really not doing anything much. I stayed in pyjamas, slept on and off in his company as he went from toy to toy. I made us snacks, we watched video's together. Even the day I spent most on the bathroom tiles we managed companionability. It's a strange wonder that what could have been an otherwise unmanageable week, has been one of resonant sweetness.