There is not much gardening being done in the Sandbox this week. It is time to get organized and get busy as the countdown to Christmas has begun. I had been looking at the kitchen walls for some time as a clean up project. My husband does not like to paint but will if pushed . So, some years ago I decided if I wanted to change things I would have to learn how to paint. The kitchen was my first try. Over the years I have noticed that the line at the ceiling was a little wavy and it bothered me. This week the decision to redo it became a reality with a bang one morning. The phone on the wall fell off and despite our best efforts we could not get it back on the wall bracket. The filter unit to reduce the static from the high speed connection to the computer that fits into the wall unit was damaged and needed a replacement. My husband had to repair the hole where the plate was attached to the wall. What a mess. The rest of the week I tried one sample colour after another to find which one I would choose. It turned out that we were not so unhappy with the colour as we were with the amateur efforts of the painter.
This morning I dragged my husband to the store to make the final decision. Now begins the prep work of washing, sanding, taping, filling holes before the paint can go on the wall. I have my fingers crossed that this time I will make a good job of it. Only time will tell. Wish me luck!
I found this photo in my Lightroom files yesterday and I decided to join Bonnie for her monthly Pixel Dust Photo Art PhotoArtFriday. Her theme this month was funny enough abstract art. So I added one of her textures called Si Belle to my abstract flowers and that is it.
Yesterday my husband and I attended our granddaughters first birthday party. The house was alive with little ones having a fun time of running through the house. Kenzi wanted to join it but they kept knocking her down as they sped past her. She is a trouper though. No tears as she got back up and tried to go with the flow again. The hitch came when she was to participate in the smash the cake ritual that all of my daughter-in-laws family do at the first birthday. Her maternal grandmother had made the smash cake and Kenzi was supposed to get down into it with both hands and get covered in cake. Kenzi was having no part in it. She cried as her hand was pushed into the cake. Oh well maybe next year. It was lovely to see all the little babies born at the same time as Kenzi and how sweet they all were. Kenzi’s cake was an Elmo cake. He is her favourite character. I am joining Mary for Mosaic Monday. I can feel spring in the air even though we have quite a bit of snow left bu…