Summertime...

...and the livin's ea-zay.

Still, I thought I better get on this thing and let you know that I have not been eaten by shag carpeting despite rumours to the contrary.

I've just been busy enjoying all that summer has to offer...lots of walks, lounging, ice tea, reading, martinis, swimming, writing, visiting, and, oh yeah, MORE god-damned painting.

Many, I'm sure, think I have lost my marbles by painting virtually everything we own white (particularly in light of the fact that we have a large, unruly brown dog). However, there is a method to my madness. That, or I just really like to spend my time cleaning. Not.

But, I do love textiles and have quite a short attention span. So, the best bang for my buck? Lots of colourful throw cushions and blankets that I can change on a whim. Cheap and cheerful.

I also like to think that, rather than being really boring, choosing white as a paint colour actually indicates my vast complexity. It is, after all, a composite of all the colours of the rainbow. In fact, there are 158 different shades of white according to Benjamin Moore.

So, there you have it. Complex, mad with colour and drunk on summer.

Really, is there a better way to live?


(Finn after too many martinis)