Life at No.22, Photography

Positively Blooming

Some hours, days, or weeks the exchange of pleasantries are drowned out by the not so pleasant. Or they’re just downright challenging to describe in favourable terms, instead of inflicting you all with a burst of rantings and ravings and having my thoughts drifting into a negative space, as they do from time to time. I thought it was an opportune moment to spring into action and put some of that energy into painting a few interior walls. As we all know, changing the colour on interior walls has a snowball effect, luckily we don’t have too ample a space that redecorating becomes all-consuming or expensive.

Also, be honest, I quite enjoy painting and viewing the transformation of a room. I have always taken the bull by the horns and learnt how to do things I didn’t think I had the skill to accomplish. Mind you, not all that I tried were a success. One task I managed to learn was the painting within the interior and the exterior of a house to a reasonable standard. The first experience was over thirty years ago when I was single with fewer funds, I learnt how to do basic house maintenance the hard way when I owned my first home as it required a huge amount of love and attention. I set about learning the art of painting via painting the house exterior. While busy scraping off the old paint and slapping on the new, I realised I had an audience, just one young local lad. He was no higher than a grasshopper, though he had a voice that carried a fair distance. Yelling out to me from the safety of my boundary fence, “Hey lady, you not got a fella to do that?”, after my initial surprise, I gathered my thoughts and replied, “I tied him to the kitchen bench”. To be fair to the lad, a Pakeha woman living alone, no man in sight, and no children, was not the usual household in my neighbourhood. For days after that encounter, there was a stream of children quickly scootering past my home trying to see what I was up too next. At least that summer school holidays I was their entertainment if just for a short while.

Back to the here and now, I’ve put away the paint roller and finished for the day, and I’ve managed to scrub off half the paint tin from my hands, and other parts of my body. Now it’s time to have a rest and throw together a few words and a bunch of spring flowers. So here are a few blooming flowers to boost your mood and of course, mine too.

Aotearoa in Spring

Magnolia Magic

Blooming Blossoms

Not all things that hang from trees in Spring are blooms

Freesias

Finishing with a burst of Poppies

26 thoughts on “Positively Blooming”

  1. Gorgeous signs of spring Suz. I had to chuckle at the wee boy and the kids coming to watch your progress. It reminded me of the summer Mum and I painted our house. Got a great tan but I’ve never been a big fan of painting since. I hope your smile is back.

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    1. Thanks Wendy. I can’t say that I am a big fan of painting and there is an art to doing it correctly. What I do love is the finished look and it changes the whole interior. We had an awful blueish/turquoise colour and I wanted a light airy look even though one wall is all windows/door so it had to go.

      Good memory of you and your Mum. Weren’t you an extraordinary teenager for helping instead of escaping on foot or bike 🙂

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    1. Hi Tracey, I got so excited when I saw the cycles in the tree, loved that villages creativity. Les didn’t seem that excited as me, when he realised why I was talking so fast and pointing. I can’t remember what the name of the North Yorkshire village.
      I’m very happy with the paint results, so much lighter and airy.

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    1. Thanks Mel, yes I try to be positive though don’t always succeed. I laughed at the thought of you too being covered with paint, it’s fun, like being a kid again. A legitimate reason to get messy 🙂 Happy painting to you too. Look forward to reading about it.

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  2. Lovely colors and blooms, Suz. Just like that, our spring has become yours… Where does the time fly? I hope the colors and sweet smells (except for the paint one) lifted your mood some. I’m not having the best weeks myself, so your post was a welcome reprieve. 🙂

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    1. Hi Liesbet, the time does seem to be going by so fast even though seemingly the world as gone on a slowdown in pace. I hope your week picks up and I suppose our bad ones make the better weeks seem a real treat. The change of colour is great and it feels more our home now with small changes.

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    1. Thanks Donna, your comments are always appreciated even if you do repeat yourself. Sometimes us bloggers don’t always come up with an original comment all the time. No problem at all, just lovely to hear from you.

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    1. Jo, I was very spoilt last week to receive a bunch of beautiful blooms from two lovely cousins. The new colour which is very subtle and airy certainly put a smile on our faces. A good excuse to go shopping for a something new to go in the freshly painted room 🙂

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    1. Thanks Deb, and yes I have a few stories regarding those local lads and their sisters 🙂 Like the time I made some ginger beer and gave them a glass after they helped me out for a little while. Only to hear them yell out to their parents, “That lady gave us beer”. Oh my gawd, I was expecting an angry knock on the door 🙂 It didn’t eventuate thank goodness!

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        1. Yes, I had some interesting experiences in that neighbourhood and my backyard was a refuge for some kids from chaotic homes. Even if it was just to carry a weed to the wheelbarrow for me with gingerbeer being their reward.

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