Sunday, 27 January 2013

Day 26 - His and Hers


Where has this day gone? I have plittered and dithered and now am rushing at the last minute, running out of energy! B's wellies alongside my wellies!

I spent a lot of money on these pink wellies a few years ago and I admit they are very comfortable compared to your bog standard ones but they have faded and not evenly either! The seams are pinker than the rest! It has been a bright breezy day, my favourite kind of days so I we headed to Gatehouse for a long walk! We just got home when my brother arrived with his wife and granddaughter! The house like - A TIP - my hair clapped to my head after wearing a hat for 2 hours! Why does this happen? When my housework is all done, newly baked cakes cooling, my best clothes on, my looking hair lovely and my daily painting all completed - no one visits! Sods law!

8 comments:

  1. So nice to know we share the same love of painting. You are doing much better at keeping up with 30 in 30 days of painting.

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    1. Thank you Roseanne, I have struggled to keep up mind!

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  2. Love the wellies. Don't know if I've heard of sods law; but I sure have experienced it. Keep going , Margaret!

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    1. Thanks Anne, a very British thing, our version of Murphy's law!

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  3. I love the subject. It rains 80 inches or more in Oregon. I can appreciate the pink wellies. Great subject and wonderful painting.

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    1. thank you Eva Marie, it must be very green in Oregan - our little piece of Scotland reached out into the sea towards Ireland and is just as green too!

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  4. I want the pink ones! Love this painting!
    I got quite nostalgic seeing the wellies. I lived in Newcastle, N. Ireland, for a year or so before arriving in America and had a pair of dark green ones. Needed them too.

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  5. Thank you Julie! I bet you needed them in Northern Ireland! The Stranraer to Belfast ferry is only 50 miles away!

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