I have lost a day. My free day. My painting day.
To a migraine. Bugger.
Not that there wasn’t some painting done – there was, it’s just that the sweeping progress that I usually make on a day like this was more tentative. Finishing and glazing and composing images more than laying down and adding depth.
I have lost a week. A sunny week, a commitment free week for the most part.
To the house.
And that’s sort of OK, because it’s still clean and tidy and starring to become more of a pattern. There have been spectacular relapses which have served to remind me how vigilant I need to be to stay on top of things. It has been less relaxing than last week’s fresh start though, and I have been a bit frustrated about not being able to just follow my creative whims and do the adrenalin charged rush the restore order when the day is over.
I have lost a year. A decorating year. A year full of imaginings and plans.
I realised this morning, as I passed for the millionth time the skirting-boards and architraves in the hallway that were masked last October in the first flush of warm weather for the year with the intention of painting them white instead of the horrible rust brown stained wood that they are. I’m pretty sure that the tape will need to be replaced before I plan to paint them.
Actually I’m certain of that…
Me – at 2 in between my gorgeous cousins.
I have gained a lot this past year.
Windows to the future, confidence, knowledge, new friendships and a year of experience. I just don’t know where the bits in between went. 
look how little you are! Very cute:)