Readers found that the Blogtopian dictum, Everything is Lovely, even if it isn't, was severely challenged by the delightfully froufrou lampshade covers in the last post, so we'd better leap swiftly back to the safe territory of white paint. Yet is it so safe?
That bookshelf above was brown wood until a week ago. Now it's a soft, clean white, and my heart is at rest. With this project, we've reached a stage I call Nirvana Minus Two, as this was the third last item of furniture on the painting list. Soon the whole house will be gloriously white.
Certain people will be cross, of course, as the shelf is made of oak, and oak, especially here in Ireland, is one of those "you benighted philistine, you painted that fine piece of wood?" materials. Modern oak, not stately old oak. Is that acceptable?
Just in case it's not acceptable and you need rapid distraction, here's a close-up of the crooked Moroccan perfume dispenser behind the armchair. It's still crooked.
And a close-up of the books. See that top one? Dream Gardens, at which I look sometimes in an attempt to determine how to transform my own G into a DG so as not to feel left out. I came across an article on the dear amusing Hattatts in it, and realised that I think of all you lovely blogging people out there as being fictitious, and am ever so surprised when you become real in print. I shall resolve to meet more of you this year, but not until I have replaced my broken eyelash curlers and am looking my best.