Eight hours of painting later and I’m exhausted. I’ve painted three side tables, two lamps, three book shelves, half of the double wooden bed frame including sponging the wicker and I’ve now collapsed in a painted-covered heap.
Everything is shades of grey and ivory, very pretty, very French and perfect for the Little House Above the Boulangerie.
I’m pleased (and relieved) to say that the end is in sight. I have one lamp, half the wicker bed frame and the side of one book shelf left and then I’m hanging up my paint brush and might have to have a manicure.