One a day, plus iron

Regular readers will recall (or not) that I sent off my oil painting of Vietnamese Woman In A Forest (or whatever) for an official paint conservator person to address the cupped and flaking paint problems thereupon. It's been a year since I sent it off, but also we had Pandemic and shit and so the painting kept not being done. A lot.

I am not a patient person and I expect that the poor painting conservation guy got tired of hearing me call about my painting. But anyway. It's done and back home. I am very pleased even though it was a little more expensive than I'd hoped for.

How does painting conservation work? You send off your picture (assuming it's a size you can send off) and the conservator looks at it and tells you what needs done and gives you an estimate. If you agree, you sign the paperwork and hand over some $$. And then you wait. When it's done, you pay any outstanding balance and get back your picture and a description of what was done to it and a CD documenting the work. So, basically, it's like hiring a contractor.

So I bought paint for the kitchen/living room which is more or less one open area in my ginormous 768 square foot house. It's a sorta peachy white. Like it's not quite white nor is it actually a peach color. Think of it as a warm-toned white. (It is not white. White trim would look very white against it. But it's not, like, hugely pink.)

And I have Painted Some Things!

( Tell me of your Pilgrim's Progress!! )