The story about the blue paint

Our current gardener was our ex-cleaning person over the holidays while Nester was on leave.

He is fantastic because in addition to cleaning and gardening, he can also paint.

So I had a lightbulb moment.

I need to get all my painting projects off my list. He can do it!

I hate having my house in a mess but I focussed on the end result.

So I asked him to come in on Saturday to paint two things.

While I was trying to get ready, I asked him to get the blue paint from the garage.

He brought all the paints out and laid it all out in front of my back door and ... no blue paint.

This was not just any blue paint - but a STUNNING turquoisey colour.

One that had me gasping. One that would be a focus point in my kitchen/ laundry area.

I won't lie - I freaked out a lot.

First of all, I took literally weeks deciding on that colour. Was it too blue, was it too green, was it bright enough? Would it clash with my funny purple wall in the dining room?

the blue is a lot like this blue

Then I bought it, had an argy-bargy with the current painter and the dresser never got painted.

Also, it cost about R300 which is not small change!

I don't know who stole it, nor do I want to think about it.

I told him to do the primer, we'd get paint over the weekend and he could come on Monday morning to do the actual painting.

Yesterday I handed D a blue bucket that was exactly the colour and told him to go buy more paint in that colour while I fed the kids lunch.

He returned with the paint.

This morning G (painter) started painting before I was dressed and presentable.

I went to look outside and ... the blue didn't look right.

I tried to justify it (why?!!) by saying it's just the early morning light, etc. but when I got home from work yesterday, I about freaked again.

There are about 50 shades of blue between the current blue of my dresser and the blue I chose. Just in case I was losing my mind, I took the bucket outside to compare the blues.

OH MY WORD - worlds apart.

So I'm in a foul mood.

D said to me, "why are you so cross?" and I let him have it.


I still can't understand how anyone could mix up that blue with MY blue.

Unless he didn't take the bucket inside the store?

D tells me he gave the man the blue bucket and this was the paint he got. So I have one more person to fight with.

I'm super annoyed because not only do I have to pay yet another day's labour, but I have to buy MORE paint and have my house untidy for another week.

Moral of the story: learn from my mistake and never send your husband to buy paint.

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Speaking of colour, it's St Patrick's Day on Saturday. While we are not Irish, I love Ireland dearly and I think I'll post some of my favourite Ireland memories on Saturday.

Do you decorate for St Patrick's Day?

Of course I don't - I barely decorate.... but I do love that bright green :)