When your kitchen ceiling turns into the Sisten Chapel.

 Why oh why did I think that painting the kitchen would make me feel a sense of achievement. I have always loved art and the wonders of great painters capturing the moment. It didn't happen today, not for me. I started out with all good intentions. Listening to all my friends painting, sanding, clearing garages tackling the jobs that have been waiting to be attacked with gusto. So feeling guilty I donned the old clothes  dug out the brushes, didn't  put the knickers this time on my head that is the usual attire that my painting buddy Viv and I place strategically on our heads, no this was going to be professional.

From the onset things started to not work out quite right, there was paint spillage which is usual and there is always questions asked when Viv and I tackle these jobs, some might say we emerge in camouflage. but I readily knew it was a mistake, I really wish I had not started,

 There are some fabulous artists that I enjoy seeking out in cities around Europe, In Venice Florence, Lisbon, Rome Prague, Cologne  to name a few all street artist. But I think now I am a big fan of Bodgit and Scarper, I have often come across their works or achievements and will no longer smirk in superior manner, I will respect and en devour to pay homage and admire as it takes a a skill to be able to take pride in one's efforts. then leg it. This was one of those days that catching the Kinch bus into town seemed so enticing, would almos its an art in it's  self.

 I am imagining one self on a cruise, sailing through islands, or (roundabouts), stay with me its my journey of imagination trust me I can take you anywhere. Then cruise along the stretches of  wondrous streets all with there door ways beckoning visit me...no visit me the doors become like a sea of invitations that I have to look away because the temptation is too much, I hear my self shouting save me save me, put the kettle on I'll be round in ten for a cuppa.....oh those cruise day's seem a life time away. TOLD you I can take you anywhere. Back to the paint job its abandoned, leaving it till I can rip the tiles off and do a proper job, well obviously not me , this was a  Faux Pas. 

      This was my dance partner tidy hair rough hands bit thin oh well at least didn't step on toes

       Not Christian Louboutin red sole shoes, must be Daz White designer with white soles

As I was painting and the carnage was evolving Alexa was playing Soul music, the songs are always a reminder of occasions places and perhaps missed moments, so nostalgia was beginning to creep in. So I decided make the most of this take it on the chin and dance with the long handled paint roller. I so love dancing to what ever music, I was bought up from an early age to dance Tap Ballet, but most of all Rock and Roll, and  Jive. My sisters practiced on me and my best friend chucking us over their heads swinging us between their legs, back then we were only 8yrs as my sisters were a lot older. Sylvia and I took to it like a duck to water ( Ducks seem to be Popping up a lot in my blogs)  My Mum wouldn't let them go to the local dances up the Essolda  later to become( Rebecca's and Sammy's),unless they took us too. So guys would dance with us just to get in good books with my sisters still rocking n rolling Jiving too.My friend Sylvia as been a friend of mine for decades we have shared such a lot since we were kids. We still Rock & Roll and every time we go to the White Hart in Loughborough with my sons international friends, they demand we try and teach them how to do it, and being Italians and on lots of BBq together we dance Salsa with em all, so its quite a nice compliment they want to learn from us, gosh there would be no obese people if it comes back big time.

I think not

Think listening to music brings out so much nostalgia in everyone, it stirs up the good times and sad. The Motown and Soul always takes me back
Going out in Loughborough during the Mod years, the Kaluha became a hot spot Motown was big then The Saracens Head( Top Secret) with the best DJ Bill Poole, Adam & Eve then the Fantasia ......ooh the memories of these dances there were so many places to go, wish there were more places around to actually get the feet tapping every week now, but they think we don't need them how wrong. We wouldn't sit on one drink it would be Prosecco, Gin, you name it we would keep a bar going.

There have been some Tutorials on the Tele recently, on how to cut your hair, so  I did take on the challenge, head bent forward scissors at the ready and cut away pointing scissors.  Oh well it will grow, as my hair dresser Carl says, if you can get a walk in appointment its cus there crap, well what about sit down and chop, mmmm( Bodgit & Scarper) is in the house again, I will tell him they somehow moved from painting to hairdresser and had absolutely nothing to do with me. Oh I think they also did a bit of shoe designing, not Jimmy Choo but maybe theres a future in it. After all I did used to attend the Paris spring fashion shows in a previous life, and shoes leather and cat walks were an experience every time as a guest. Well thats another story but my collection of shoes amounts to 160 pairs. Some hand made some I can't bare to part with but really should start. Any way off to get my Spag Bol so hungry hope this hasn't been too boring but to be honest its been that kind of day.......

Well at least i have hair to cut now

                                Well best part of the day Spag, Wine, and Easter egg for pudding.
                                    Thoughts today about Gardening with Bodgit & Scarper
                                                        Probably JCB would be involved so NO