Yesterday I woke up and decided to make my life a living hell, so I immediately dove into scrubbing the oven at 8am. Did I mention I haven't thoroughly cleaned it in 4 years? I didn't? Probably because that's embarrassing and it means I'm a bad person. I also decided the Christmas tree and all the decorations had to come down, and they had to come down now. Whilst in the middle of cleaning the oven. Because I like making things difficult for myself. Oh, and I wanted a new painting for the living room. Are you noticing a trend? I had a very short attention span yesterday.
The black and white painting on the left - I repainted that canvas nine times. Nine. So you can imagine I was happy when I sat down and in 20 minutes managed to paint my new burgundy number, and then I actually liked it the first time around. Said black and white painting is the only thing I've really painted in the 10 years since I moved to Ireland. I don't want to sound emo, but once I moved here my interest in painting died. I used to paint a lot in Canada, and I'd paint huge behemoth paintings. So I really enjoyed my little painting stint yesterday. The picture above is the closest representation to what it actually looks like. I'm quite happy with it and its nummy colours and drippy drips. It's giving me hope to start painting again. I know. Barf.