Ahem… so… eh… where were we?
Yes, it’s been a while since I blogged here, but what can I say? I couldn’t be bothered. That probably about covers it. Change is afoot, and in less than 8 weeks I will be leaving Berlin and moving back to England. And so I’m in the middle of all the things you need to do when you are getting ready to move house: clearing out all the stuff that we don’t need; catching up with all the people I will miss terribly; scrubbing all the dirty corners of the apartment; and now that we’ve discovered we may have to repaint the walls, I’m thinking I need to get my acrylics out and do a bit of colour-matching and paint over some of the chocolate marks that the kids have left in the most obvious places possible. A pain-staking job yes, but the alternative does not bear thinking about. To just repaint the whole place would a) be a nightmare, and b) cost a fortune. Not to mention the fact we don’t have a ladder. Our slightly murky walls you see are about 20 feet tall (approx. 6 metres for metric lovers).
And thoughts of acrylics and losing our deposit combined to produce just enough stress to get me wanting to escape momentarily into something creative. Alas, not too creative. I just wanted to do something for a few hours that was enjoyable but where I could essentially switch off my brain and not have to think about what I was doing. So I re-worked a watercolour I did a while back. The pitch and putt one. I quite like it. I *think* it works. Maybe a bit twee, but hey-ho. And possibly a bit dark. But again, hey-ho.
