And now for some epic trivia! Because haven’t we had enough serious news this year?
Warning: I do tend to get a little obsessed with colour. Ahem.
This week is proving to be a topsy-turvy one. Lots of bitsy things to do that break up my day. Today is no different, (I’m writing this as I wait for something).
It’s been tricky to break into anything more than a canter, which tends to test my patience, (patience is not a virtue I have ever possessed). But I do think this time of year can be a bit like that. I do find that we’re a bit mad here in Australia, having the end of the school and uni year fall right on Chrimble-time. I mean really, egads. All of the things all at once.
Instead of having the skype-y type of call that was planned for yesterday, I went on a detour, straight into painting (some of) my balcony. Because it’s not as though I have anything else to organise (*snort*). But painting and general physical labour is something I crave. Especially if I’m feeling a bit melancholy or stressed, (more on that anon). It’s my therapy and meditation in one.
And it is painting season, after all. For the first time in months the weather is clear and dry. So, carpe diem, wot?
The balcony has been one of my chief botherations since we moved to Rapunzel’s 18 months ago. You would think that the teeny-tiny goblin’s kitchen, or the telephone-sized bathroom would be my main bugbears. But no. It’s the colours.
I’ve banged on plenty about my sensory issues, and there’s none more acute for me than colour (also possibly smell). And ever since we moved here the colour of the balcony, and house trim in general, have set my teeth on edge. Because on the outside bits, it just hasn’t entirely looked like a house where we live.
Objectively speaking, there’s nothing about it that’s offensive. Objectively speaking. I just think that coppery brown, together with dark Aussie green, (the most prosaic and bloody unromantic of greens), teamed with ghost-gum white, amount to the design Trifecta of Woe.
We’re keeping the main colour of the house because it was only recently painted when we took up residence; and even if we had pots of money I think it’s a bit revolting and wasteful to change the whole thing based upon one of my whims. It’s actually quite a pleasant, warm colour, but it falls completely flat with that black-green, and ghost-gum white.
For months we ruminated on colours. I initially wanted a deep red trim, but it was just going to be too heavy for the dinky 1980’s architecture. Eventually we settled on another sensible green, called “moss”. It’s still a dark green (to ground it all), but this time it contains some yellow to go with the warmth of the house colour. Add to that a very not-sensible “wasabi” green (a bright green that lives up to its name) to cover just the bits that are white on the front balcony.
This maketh me a happy Rapunzel’s Cottage dweller.
In between appointments, and meetings, and writing, and life, whenever I have an hour or so, I whip out my magic paintbrush and swipe it over posts and railings. I’m nearly out of paint now, (we have a paint budget that we need stick to), and this is going to be a big job, beause I have to get around the entire trim of the house, including the baseboards!
It’s hard to capture in the pics, (especially the tonal difference between the dark greens) and I still have a long way to go before I’m finished, but I love how the bright green (specifically chosen to pick out the bright greens of the maples in Spring and Summer, as well as tree ferns that surround us), actually blends into the environment far more than the ghost-gum white ever did.
We only really use this south-facing balcony in Spring and Summer, because it’s like the Antarctic in the cooler months, (truly, we wave at imaginary penguins in the general direction of the South Pole). It’s almost always in the shade all year round too. But the sunny greens give it a lift, methinks.
That green is possibly one of the only bright colours I would use on an exterior at this latitude.
Well, enough already, friends. I well understand if you’ve switched off by now. I am a total nerd when it comes to this stuff.
Before I do more work, I’m off to sit on my balcony with a cup of what I call “nervy tea”: chamomile, lemon balm, lemongrass, lavender, and spearmint to be…pernicket-tea, (see what I did there?)
Oh dear. Something must be done.
And regarding the aforementioned melancholia, I suspect it’s a kind of “post-partum” sadness that comes with finishing a big project, and right before the diving into another. I do feel decidedly lacklustre, and also I think just a bit weary. It’s been quite a year, hey luvs?
I’m looking forward to curling up at the end of the year with books by Juliet Marillier, and Sharon Blackie, John O’Donohue, Mr Gaiman and generally people who help restore the soul and soothe the heart. xx