MissTick
Thingish Things

I am a lousy painter. It’s official. Some people have two left feet, I have two left arms. Yesterday I haggled myself a tin of paint. In a DIY supermarket.  I didn’t know they can haggle in such places. I think, they didn’t know that too. I just accidentally found a tin of paint with the colour that I couldn’t walk away from, it would’ve haunted me for the rest of my life. So I grabbed the tin off the shelf where all the discounted items were displayed and I took it to the counter and the manager came and told me the price twice less then original. I don’t know, but something made me say oh no, I’ve seen other tins for less than that. I truly didn’t mean to argue the price, I just merely mentioned what I saw and mentioned that this fact upset me. To my surprise, the manager than offered me few further pounds off it and I fall to his offer. So I came home, still puzzled what was it that made me buy the paint, and then I saw the pantry and its walls were like screaming Make us pretty! Quick! Well, guess how my yesterday’s evening ended up then. I’ve painted all the walls in my pantry in this gorgeous new colour in some under two hours, felt so very proud of myself and went to bed with the clear conscious and full artist's satisfaction.  When I looked at it this morning... I obviously was in my bad-painting-moment last night, for the morning revealed all the defects of this extremely unprofessional job. White spots, patches of see-through and generally not-quite-even colour spread.   Who paints this way, Butterfingers! Ok, that’s enough of self-critique. The colour is still gorgeous, anyway. When I was asked about what is it, I found it was hard to explain in one word. It is something like: A purest brilliant white touched by the lightest breath of lavender’s dream... for those less poetically inclined, it’s light shade of purple. Highlighted by the glossy white wooden bars for holding shelves (it is a storage closet, after all) and my faultless, brand new self-made (from the second attempt) windowsill. Oh, I could live in that closet! Obviously, after re-painting job ;-)