My neighbour laughed at me outright the other day, as I was spray painting lawn furniture—"Didn't you do this last time you were nine months pregnant?"
Of course! 38 weeks gestation is the biological cue to start painting furniture. When I was expecting Hugh I painted it all white, with Matthias it was red (from reading Carl Larsson). This time it's all black and sophisticated.
Except for the things I'm painting white... (yes, that's an ironing board getting painted. I tell you, people: it's bonkers)
Not to mention the clorox. Where does this instinct to bleach everything come from? I don't even believe in using bleach!
Just a few more walls, baby, and then you can come.
Soon baby! Soon my love!
|This is the first year Will and I have been able to "put by" a little harvest. Just blanching and freezing so far. The tomato sauce gets eaten as fast as I can make it.|