Life at № 42 by E.M. Coutinho
‘Tis the season to be raking – which is tiresome; but at least I like looking at the red ivy. It gives me a chance to exercise silencing my mind, something I consistently fail at.
Work on the Madonna was completed succesfully:
On the other hand, unfortunately, an artist to whom I’d entrusted some paint work on an 18th century table spent 6 months with said table and hadn’t even begun work. A very simple job of filling in the missing bits. I was exceedingly annoyed and took the table back, now I have to find someone else willing to do the work. (If god existed, I’d pray for the artist to get food poisoning that lasts at least from Christmas to New Year’s – for annoying me!)
I’m a fan of Italian painted furniture, so it’s right up my alley, but this one will probably end up for sale at an auction house once it’s presentable again. In good news, I’ve found a rug the right size for the landing upstairs.