Some people are blessed with the ability to see the best in everything all the time. They see the opportunities and gifts difficulties bring and make the most of it. Others only see the pain and hardship in life and dwell on that. Some flit between the two either moving from position to the other slowly or see-sawing wildly.
The dog ate our radiator cover. Yes, our foot and a half high mutt got bored and munched a hole the size of his own head in the filigree radiator cover in the hall. The little angel had taken a preliminary interest but took the opportunity while I was occupied to turn into destructor dog and do for the innocent bit of MDF.
Have you ever had to ask a manicurist* to stop what she is doing to help you move a radiator cover? No? I have. So the massive thing was moved, the dog kept busy with toys and beautifying continued but I was thinking about that radiator cover. I hate radiator covers. They are ugly, they block the heat and they become receptacles of crap as people pile stuff on top of them. Ours were here when we bought the house and only two survived. Now it’s only one.
I immediately went into “fix it” mode and thought about getting a new one. Yes, that is right, I debated buying something I hate to replace something I hated. 10 eejit points to Fizzy. Then the lovely Martine, manicurist extraordinaire, suggested painting the once white radiator to match the dark blue hall. I could paint the radiator. I COULD PAINT THE RADIATOR!!
This simple fact unleashed a whole heap of ideas about the hall and the kitchen. I could paint the radiator dark grey, then paint the kitchen to match, tie in the flooring with lino and a new stair carpet. The ideas, the fizziness! All the stages can be done bit by bit without too much overwhelming upheaval. Crank up the tunes and let the happy dancing commence.
So I’m off shopping for sandpaper, primer, paint and brushes. I’m going to paint a radiator, oh yeah.
The dog ate our radiator cover! Isn’t that brilliant! With the help of my friends and a mutt I can look on the bright side.
*My lovely manicurist is called Martine. She is not a manicurist. She is a beautician, Pilates whisperer, cat lover/rescuer, cook and baker, lover of beautiful clothes and houses, gardener, music lover, unofficial therapist and life coach, gorgeous human and beloved friend.