Domestic Goddess

[childeproof]

In the last fortnight, post-Long-Awaited Purchase of Flat and moving in to it, my most meaningful relationship has been with several five-litre cans of Brilliant White Dulux paint, the one with the shaggy dog on the front

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[childeproof]

Oh, it's the usual displacement activity. I have to start revising a book in a bout ten minutes but can't bear to think about it yet.

*paints some more*

[green_grrl]

I thought I was beyond my days of covetousness for material objets. But fifties chrome diner table? Pair of Flower Fairies lamps? Oooo, shiny! Enjoy the shopping, even though furniture will dampen the the acoustics a bit. That's what we all have showers for...

Congratulations on the domestic blissitude!

[childeproof]

I swear I didn't buy either.

You are right about ruining the acoustics, grr.

[lobelia321]

But what about George???

[childeproof]

See, I always had a complicated relationship with George. She was obviously a better female role model than Anne, although possibly a transexual-in-waiting, but I always got stuck with being Anne when we played Famous Five, as I had long hair and my Best Friend had a crop, even though we were both identikit tomboys with scrapes and skills in tree climbing, plus we both were very feminist, riot girrrl players with Sindy dolls. Ours were always stripping Action Man naked and driving off in his jeep.

*Auctions*

[andien]

Noooo!

Husband likes them too, all that trailing around sale rooms *shudder* This with us is a point where opposites have attracted, I would rather have just the one new chair...needless to say our house is full of old stuff bought at auctions!

Re: *Auctions*

[childeproof]

It came down to economics and convenience as much as aesthetics, really. Buying new furniture seemed mostly to involve paying insane sums, waiting weeks for a delivery, and then having to build the damn thing yourself anyway. And after we nearly broke up over a futon and a power drill a fortnight ago, nice, cheap auctions with cheery chappies who deliver something someone has already made rather nicely in the 1920s, for 50 quid, within 24 hours began to seem like a good idea...

[made_up]

*waves unpleasantly stained bib back at you and hopes to see the paint-job soon* (paint-job is an impossibly rude word)

[childeproof]

Yes, it is, now that you mention it. Filthy. And we did hire a very cool and rather beautiful handyman who arrived in leathers on a motorbike and dismantled half the kitchen in order to accommodate I.'s Chrome Fridge, with which he is deeply in love.

Come and see the paint job or we'll come and see you. M and he who makes the unpleasant stains (but is otherwise a sterling small human being...)