Little Painty Spider

Little Painty Spider.
Your Mum and sibling
Escaped
To the white expanse
Above,
With its artexed craters
And valleys, to hide.
You though
Didn’t realise the
Yellow
Roller was coming your
Way…nor did I. Then.
Too late.
Nevermind. You are now
Truly part of the
Décor
As your kind have long
Hoped for.
Gone but not forgotten.

Little Painty Spider

Image: http://naturemoms.com/blog/2006/05/30/natural-ways-to-get-rid-of-spiders/
spider

Brushing off the Cobwebs

The old neglected piano has sprung to life! My daughter has found some music on the internet and is teaching herself to play it…do I offer to help her – and risk her stubbornly closing the lid, or do I leave it up to her to work it all out (I’m sure she will eventually)? In the meantime I sit in the room next door and listen with maternal pride.

piano
photo: Google Images

Twenty shades of Green

Everything has gone a shade of …well… green!

My father said he’d never ever seen

So many clashing shades of green before

And blue he would have liked a little more.

We added them up and made it twenty

“Twenty shades of green – that’s more than plenty!”

There’s still the old blind to hide our faces,

And the sage coloured tiles every three spaces,

The food bin, the swing bin, Shreddies box top,

The lime coloured pot that we mustn’t drop!

Bromeliad leaves – such a beautiful flower;

The display on the oven showing the hour.

Mugs and a ‘twist it’, the utensil pot,

Apples ; golden, delicious(quite a lot!)

There’s a green-tipped pen from our Cardiff trip,

And a green-topped sponge if the milk should tip.

Under the tea cosy (keeping it hot)

Lies a green tea bag in green tea pot.

The words on the plaque on the new green wall,

“Mum creates a home with love” that’s all

We were thinking when we asked her to choose

A colour for her kitchen so she could use

Some old stuff, some new – to keep the cost down.

We said we’d get Dulux and not just Crown.

And the last green tone in that kitchen space?

I’m rather jealous – just look at my face!

Too many cooks in the kitchen (decorating again)

Teamwork.

Things

get a little…

fraught!

Ta Dah!

Home
from holiday –
my beautiful daughter
who likes her room.
RELIEVED

Don’t change the day job!

Dust sheets and ladders,
paint and paste,
wallpaper, masking tape
try not to waste
the paint at the bottom –
of tin or of tray,
rollers and paintbrushes
use what you may.
My DIY task
is now almost done
just need to use
the mastic gun.
I try not to fire it
in the wrong place
‘cos we all know
it’s more speed less haste!
Oops that might be wrong…

A window opens

Minimal Word Monday
Like watching paint dry…Through the window

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