I have been a crazy busy mama this week. One of my regular solutions to feeling rubbish is to have a good clear-out of accumulated rubbish, sort the house out, make my spaces beautiful and useable. It's the large-scale equivalent of banging pots and pans about in the kitchen after a row. Whole Life scale wobbles require Whole House scale chaos. So I came up with a plan.
You know all those times I've talked about Waldorf Perfect, and how I'm not and not even aiming for it? Still not. :) Still Imperfect. Still Complicated. Still the rainbow mad-house overflowing with clothes and books and wellies and art projects. Still resisting categorisation.
And when Martin came home from work one evening, he found that I'd done this to the hall way:
Yup, I Lazure painted our house. In rainbow colours. With murals of angels all up the stairs. I know. Believe me, I know.
Husband actually says he loves it. (He says that after so many years here, the house feels like it's actually OURS!) But his face was a picture, well, I'm guessing it was a shock... I can imagine how it looked - rainbow hall, wife sitting on the top step with baby in arms, painting a mural, with paint in her hair (mine, not the baby's). He's a very tolerant husband.
The Plan also included a whole day of indigo dyeing... My mum took the three olders out for the day while we did that, though. See: magic... Still green...
And now it's blue!
We even dyed the gloves.
If I don't feel exactly cheery, I at least feel tired-in-a-good-way. I have lovely organic yarn drying on my line, and some neglected areas of the house are clean and tidy and newly painted. I have new pegs in the hall and the sling storage has been sorted out. There are fresh flowers in my living room, the dining table is clear, most of the laundry is away, and there is new artwork on the walls. I feel a little more... empty. A bit less complicated and messy.
That's not perfect, but it's a good deal better.