Colour

 

It has been a long time since I have picked up a paint brush. The coarse bristled hardware variety has been a constant companion as we continue to renovate our little home. But the slender, delicate tool for watercolour has been an estranged friend. I have been eager for a reunion.

My baby girls' space beckons her daily and a paint brush is never far from her hand. Sometimes she mixes, and mixes, and mixes some more until the perfect shade only she knows transforms in her cauldron like palette. Other times she splashes whatever colour her brush strikes first with animated almost violent strokes. Often her head is cocked to the side deep in the colourful land of her imagination. Sometimes she asks me to join her.

In the mess of unemptied compost bins, lines full of nappies, unanswered emails and the last toilet roll I find I too often say no. This day the washing lay unfolded, dinner preparations were abandoned and I picked up a brush . Cobalt, cerulean and  prussian blues. Vermilion, celadon and umber. Magenta, columbine and maize. To say their names aloud is a delight in itself. To sweep drenched brushes across a stark matt surface is to awaken the senses; to ask the child within to come out and play.

And play we did.

Steph x

P.S. This gorgeous giveaway is nearly over...you must go...now!