Brocantes are Sundays. All day. Many of them.
Except if it rains. Today it poured non stop.
What happened to Provence?
No brocante is brutal for those who have the brocante bug.
French Husband, I mean Yann, goes mad when it rains. No because
he has the brocante bug. Though it is as if something is torturing him...
As for me, no brocante one would think I would be the one going mad!
Instead I decided to paint our bedroom. The can of paint has been by
my bedside for nearly six months.
Since I am spontaneous to a fault, I grabbed a paint brush and started painting.
I thought Yann was going to pull off his skin, he went on and on how I was painting
everything except the walls. Well not really though I did have paint in my hair,
and on my clothes (that I should have changed)...
The walls are a greyish/greenish color called, "Lapin" (Rabbit in French) though they
appear to look more like cement than a rabbit.
A few months ago I bought an extremely large antique map of Paris.
I wall papered it to one of the walls in our bedroom.
Today while painting, I wished I had painted the walls before I wall papered that map!
But that is one of the negative side effects of being spontaneous.
As I painted and painted and painted, and nearly passed out from the fumes,
it dawned on me (I use to say it DONG-ed on me) that I hadn't written my blog.
So with paint on my hands, fumes going to my head, Yann in a grump mood,
I thought I better blog.
Finished product tomorrow.
What did you do today?