Grey skies and dropping temperatures are seeing off our Easter weekend and the garden is loving the long-awaited rain.
Me, perhaps not so much as it has been a while since I have needed to stop typing and rub my hands against the cold.
I could perhaps pop the heater on, but that would be admitting that Winter is hitting us and I am still not quite prepared to go there yet.
But jeans, jumper and ugg boots are the order of the day and it has been a somewhat lazy last day of my Easter four-day weekend.
Actually the whole weekend has been pretty lazy. We really haven’t been anywhere and done anything.
There was a lovely lunch on Friday with friends who wanted us to adopt one of their adorable baby long neck tortoises.
I was however strong and stuck to my “no more pets” policy. And we already have 5 tortoises. And truly, 5 is enough.
The moon was full and gorgeous, but I think was messing with my moods. I seemed to have been dealt a couple of deep blue days, and Saturday was an angry teary day. Hubby was safely out of the firing line, Archery still happening despite the holiday weekend, and he had had his share of crazy bitch the day before.
In the end, the only thing that really lifted my mood was an art supplies sale and some lovely reflexology. Something about those 45 minutes of self-indulgent self-care that seem to set the world right and the day got a little brighter.
Our clocks went back on Sunday morning, another sign our Summer is behind us, but the day dawned fine and sunny and we enjoyed bbq breakfast on the patio with my parents and in-laws.
A glass or two of bubbly and a good feed of bacon and eggs is always a good way to start the day and left the afternoon free for some work on my spider painting.
It’s fiddly work and the oils are challenging me, but we are getting there slowly.
Which brings me to today, the last day of my weekend, and the coldest miserable day of the four.
Washing is hung under the patio, out of the weather in a show of optimism and after spending the morning organising my digital photo library (something I somehow was silly enough to start the night before), I headed back in the studio to fiddle some more.
Giving Spidey some drying time, I found this image and remembered that I had thought it might be fun to paint “one day”
And as there is no day like a rainy day to be a “one day”, I have started the under painting.
Again with the oils. Probably silly when acrylics would be quicker especially as the temps are dropping but it is what I had on my palette and I was too lazy to set a new one up for fiddling.
(it will get better, I promise)
So my weekend is almost over, and not a lot has really been achieved. No idea what dinner might be. Hubby is out and Big C has a mob of friends currently filling the back room. Well there is 5 teenagers total,but the sheer volume coming from the room is enough to declare “mob”.
I confess I am leaning a little toward takeaway maybe, although there is chicken snitzel thawing. (will keep until tomorrow if need be anyway)
So what has filled your Easter weekend? Did you get time off like we did?
Back to work in the city tomorrow. Back to the heavier work and the longer drive. Starting to think it might be time for a change..
Oh and before I go, I showed my Mum her birthday present, the painting of her little dog, and she was just thrilled.
Best feeling ever.