When I paint it has to be done in the summer and there has to be no chance of rain, the reason being,I have a large German Shepherd dog with a long hairy coat and one swish of his tail and he is covered in white gloss and my new fresh white gloss is covered in hair. He likes to throw himself on the floor just beside the wall or door I've just painted, it never fails he always gets covered in paint.
Listening and singing along to all the old songs from my teenage years begins to bring back memories and my mind wanders.
I am back in 1973 and it's the first time I was trusted enough to paint. It was my first day training to be a Nursery Nurse. Strange, but that day didn't include any children. It was a nursery school and the staff were back after the summer break a few days before the children. The students were told to paint all the small chairs and tables, the wooden cooker and washing machine. I had never used gloss paint before, my dad was the painter in our house, mum used to joke that when he had a paintbrush in his hand if you stood still he would paint you. One day he was painting the bathroom doors and when he had finished we discovered he had painted the chrome towel rail and toilet roll holder and the wooded toilet seat white. Mum was not amused and spent hours trying to remove the gloss paint form the chrome. She said if she had wanted a white towel rail she would have bought a plastic one for half the price.
That day in the nursery I was really worried I would make a mess of painting but I had watched dad painting often enough to know I had to do long even strokes and I really enjoyed myself especially as everything was to be painted in pinks and blues and pale greens,very pretty.
It stood me in good stead as I am now the painter in our house, my husband just doesn't have the patience for it. What I hate is the preparation, the masking tape on door handles and in front of skirtings, and the cleaner of the spilt paint and washing of brushes, but if a job's worth doing it's worth doing well.
I felt proud when I stepped back and looked at my handiwork.The house looks brighter and cleaner and all it took was a day's work. A little tender loving care and my doors and skirtings are shiny new.
If only someone could give us a new coat of paint when we are feeling a bit dull and faded to revive us and help us feel sparkly and new. Maybe we could all allow just one day's work on ourselves doing something that will perk us up and renew our spirits. Just like my doors we could all do with a little TLC from time to time.
|Sam, the hairy dog.|