I LOVE saving money. I love spending it too; but I’m only ever really happy with a purchase if I consider it a bargain. I’m still working on making the box room feel like my bedroom, and I’ve decided to paint the wooden bedside locker white to brighten it up a little.
I was shopping earlier today for paint and brushes when I came across a lovely bunch of dried flowers in shades of blue and green. The lovely shop assistant gave them to me for nothing, making the €16 I did spend all the more worthwhile.
The house now smells like white spirit and fresh paint. I’m sitting on the couch waiting for the first coat of undercoat to dry, wearing a pirate bandana to keep the hair out of my face. Yeah, I could take it off for a few hours, but the fancy dress element of my headgear is making this feel like a much bigger adventure than it really is.
I’m enjoying the project so much I was inspired to join a local Freecycle group – you never know what treasures other people might discard. Arrr.
Filed under: LOVE, Single life | Tags: bedroom, break-up, ex, family, pirate, violence
I’ve mentioned the breakup. It was amicable. The aftermath has been wonderful. The Pirate and I realised, a long time ago, that we’re not ’soulmates’. What we were then, and are now, is housemates.
I’ve moved back into the small bedroom (because I love the cheap rent, and because his huge TV wouldn’t fit in there anyway) and I’ve decided it’s time to make it feel like mine. I’ve been telling myself for the past year that my situation here is temporary; that I might get back on a plane and jet off into the sunset at any moment. Now I’m glad to realise that life here is worth sticking around for, and it’s time to make this house a home.
I’ve been picking up beautiful things this week, and reluctantly deciding whether they go in the office or in the house. Both places are starting to feel inhabited. Loved, even.
I spent the weekend with my wonderful grandfather again. It’s scary how some people in your life can fall by the wayside when one person is on the receiving end of most of your love and affection. I think I’m a better person when I’m single – more generous with my time, and my feelings.
The Pirate is fine. We chatted last night when I got home, sitting on his bed drinking Capri Sun. The main topic of conversation was my friend M, whose life is a soap opera. Her ex-boyfriend became her fiance for a brief moment on Saturday night. Yesterday he hospitalised the man M had been seeing since the break-up.
Somehow I think he wasn’t the right man for her.
