I like white.
There - I've said it. And totally not ashamed of it either.
I also like like wood, in most of it's modern and vintage/antique guises.
But I think dark wood suits larger places. And I have a small place. In fact so small that my bedroom is also my sewing room.
As all you ladies know, even the best kept sewing room already has loads of colour and problems with tidiness.
This terrific bookcase was gifted to me by a friend. It is well made and even has a gorgeous little heart cut which I totally treasure. It works well for material/tablecloth/teatowel storage but because it is a tall object it brings darkness into my little room.
So, prompted by all the terrific white blogs around, notable Mias Landliv and a beach cottage I finally took the push today and found all my tins of white.
I don't know where the sander is so lets skip that step. Besides it is too hot and it might storm later so lets get going. Let's just start with the undercoat, the one I took from the shed when I left home.
Miss nearly 16 offered to help. She is wearing my trusty painting dress that has served me through 2 pregnancies and loads of breastfeeding. A brilliant dress picked up at Kmart for $5 about 20 years ago.
I'll never be able to let go of this dress because I wore it the day I took my son home from hospital. I picked him up and his eyes latched onto the dress. He took to it straight off and never seemed to look at anything else when I wore it.
Would you believe it - now he goes for the black.
And I am going for the white - spreading it all over the place.