I have painted some undercoat on the camper van shelves.
It is not just an undercoat. It is a thick, sticky white substance that usefully fills in a lot of cracks and holes, perhaps I should try it on the shower tray.
Tomorrow it will be dry and I will be able to paint it.
I am thinking about turquoise and pale pink. Or dark pink. I have not looked yet, but I am rather hoping that I have got some stick-on gold left as well.
That might be quite lovely.
You can never have enough stuck-on gold.
Obviously, now I have got paint all over me, which is a nuisance, because it is my respectable dress. It is not very respectable, but it is better than the other one. I had to mend the other one, and it looked fine when I did it, but since then the dress has faded and the mends have not. They are now a much darker colour than the dress, and from a distance they look as if I have spilled my cup of tea.
This dress would have to fade a very lot to be paler than the white paint that I have managed to smear on it. There was an awful moment with one of the curtains as well, but I caught that one in time and managed to wipe it off before it dried into a permanent reminder of my clumsiness.
I had intended to make myself a new dress at sewing class, which I was supposed to be starting tomorrow, but I have failed to organise myself properly, and it is going to have to be September now. I am cross about this, because I would have liked a new dress, and have got a beautiful length of pale blue fabric waiting in my cupboard for that very purpose.
I might have an untutored go by myself, what could possibly go wrong?
I suppose at least not learning to sew will mean that I can do more of the camper van repairs. I have been nagging Mark about the camper van, because it is only two weeks until we go for Oliver now, and we most certainly can’t go in the van in its present state. There is a large pile of splintered damp wood where the back seats used to be. There is a large bag of peeled off vinyl, some mould, and nowhere to sit.
It is all looking depressingly forlorn.
In fact as I wrote those very words he rang to tell me that he is coming home from work in an hour or so, and does not have to go to work again until Friday.
This has cheered me up immensely.
This means that I am no longer sad about sewing class, because instead we can spend the whole day tomorrow trying to make the camper van whole again.
We can do some of Thursday as well, but not all of it because Mark has got to go and have a filling at the dentist after carelessly breaking a bit of his tooth off a couple of weeks ago.
Even better, because I had thought that I would be out sewing for all of tomorrow afternoon, I have done all of the tiresome chores in advance. Dinner is ready in the fridge and everything is tidy. I will have spare time simply flowing over my hands in gushing torrents.
I am very pleased. I am on the taxi rank, and it is taking a very great deal of self control not just to abandon the whole cash-generating project and just go home and drink wine.
I haven’t had a customer for ages…
LATER NOTE: I didn’t. Mark stayed at home and mended the camper and I stayed at work to swell the family fortunes.
Have a picture of Mark.
