Daffodils...

It has been a bit of a messy sort of  week

not around the house mind you

because I have been in a bit of a mad cleaning frenzy

which is a rare and wondrous thing I must say

I have this theory that the cleaning mood hits when the hairs in your nose get too long

because by the time I have bleached everything in sight those puppies are fried away nicely

Despite my hairless snoz, gloriously clean showers and gleaming kitchen

the week has still felt all over the place

We had some spring days which saw me hauling pillows and duvets outside to give them a good thwack which is amazingly therapeutic, if a little dangerous at times

carrying king size duvets down a couple of flights of stairs

with the help of the mutt who thinks that pulling at the corners

and providing a furry little obstacle course is all sorts of fun

is epically fraught with comedic possibility

mind you it also adds a frisson of fear to the whole process which is kind of thrilling

Plus I may have called Spring a touch early and those wonderfully warm days

were followed by a blast of freezing winds that could blow a poor dog off a lead

which drove us all back under the now dust free duvets

and pretty much halted the uncharacteristic relish in domestic chores in its tracks

But cleaning mood over and nose hairs dispatched meant the home front was under control

and I duly retreated to the studio, smug in my domestic achievements

and finished off the watercolour of the daffodils

drew up and painted a bit of kale and a few other bits and pieces

which is part of my new morning practice of painting while drinking my tea and leafing through cookbooks and magazines looking for likely subjects to draw, thereby justifying my obscene collection of cookbooks and teetering piles of food magazines

even those pocket watches were in a food mag

weird right... it was about organising, or saving time in the kitchen or some such thing

I didn't actually read the article

as those sort of stories always lead to feelings of gross inadequacies on my part

and I prefer to stay happy in my delusion that procrastination and haphazard half-arsery 

are, in fact, valid methods of housekeeping, though the picture was fabulous

But the pocket watches has been pushed aside by the new perfume bottle I started

and it is practically shouting at me to get off the computer and get into it

so I will wish you a happy PPF and happy painting all...xx