Today’s been really wet and cold. Steve’s on earlies at the moment so we got in to work just after half seven. Was due to meet Brian up at uni at 9, so left work about twenty minutes early, caught the cable car up to the university, struggled through the wind and rain, arrived out of breath at the Von Zedlitz building…and he wasn’t there. I hung around for a while but wound up just leaving a note and heading back down the hill to work. It was a bummer that we missed each other but quite good really to get out of work for a while and take a breather.
We went round again to the house at lunchtime, for our inspection before we get the keys (hopefully tomorrow)! Everything looked good, the whole house was feeling light and clean and dry. Cold though. We’ve been looking at using wool for our ceiling insulation, rather than Pink Batts (fibreglass) in the ceiling and walls, and the polystyrene stuff that you fit under the floors. Meant to be good for breathe-ability, moisture absorption, warmth, plus it’s made from a renewable resource (non-petroleum based!). Bonus all round, really. The prices are comparable to Pink Batts as well.
I’m hanging out for the weekend; this week’s been another really busy one, with new craft groups joined, a mortgage signed for, work done on my research essay, knitting done, training for the people who are taking over my tasks once I leave my job… and I got a call this morning to say my roosters had been framed and I could come and pick them up!
(Perhaps a bit of explaining’s required. Steve and I were wandering around the art shops in Hoi An, back during our Vietnam trip, and I was trying to decide whether I should buy something or not. There was a lot of great modern art, and quite a lot of production line stuff as well. We were poking around when suddenly I saw it, the painting I had to have, that I knew would forever remind me of that moment. It was (is!) of a couple of gaudy looking roosters, on a dark green background, in oils. The main feature of the painting is their flamboyant, playful, gorgeously colorful tail plumage. It had a heavy black frame and looked like it had been up in the corner of the gallery for quite a while. They seemed surprised that I liked it but took the painting down and removed it from the frame and the canvas (the back of the canvas was stained and old), rolled it up and sealed it in a tube for me! There was just something about it that I loved, that spoke to me. I bought it.)
Because the painting was so kooky I knew I had to get a special frame for it. In the end I picked a heavy, rich dark wood, with waves in it that echoed the splay of the roosters’ tails. Picking it up today the woman behind the counter was gushing over it, saying how perfect the frame looked for the painting. I can’t believe how good it looks – it echoes the weirdness of the painting, but the colour, heaviness and thickness of the wood gives it a bit of polish, or gravitas, or something.
I reckon I’ll put it up over the couch, and take you a photo.