the easiest way to work out whether

a decision is a good one, is to make the wrong decision: I have tried and tested this method of discerning "rightness" many times. . .

ok, sometimes you can't actually go back and remake the decision once you realise that what you did in the first place wasn't such a good idea (as regards relationship issues, for example), but not all of life is that complicated

so, when Mini-Teen told me that the colour I'm painting the bathroom with looks like baby-sick (it's more like a certain shade of bile, actually) (and, no, it certainly didn't look that colour on the sample card nor in the tin), I suppose it won't actually be that difficult to correct the situation
*sigh*

at one stage it was looking like the colour of a traditional yellow plastic duck, which would have made the whole project so much easier in the coordinating accessories departmentwouldn't it. . . oh, and Mel. . .

GIANT RUBBER DUCKIE!!!!

when? 2007
where? River Loire, France
what? inflatable, rubber coated PVC, pontoon and generator
how big?!?!? 26m x 20m x 32m
why? read on:


"a yellow spot on the horizon slowly approaches the coast. . .
people have gathered and watch in amazement
as the giant yellow Rubber Duck approaches;
the spectators are greeted by the duck,
which slowly nods its head;
the Rubber Duck knows no frontiers,
it doesn’t discriminate people
and doesn’t have a political connotation!"

10 comments:

Christopher said...

Baby-sick? I painted the entire outside of the last house we had in Scotland a shade described on the tens of gallon tins we had as 'Buttermilk'. A neighbour called it 'nappy yellow'. I know what you mean.

Spadoman said...

Hmmmmm, so, if you don't like it, do it over.

Here's a saying from me:

When do you DECIDE you need to make a decision?

Some people actually think I am wise. I am old, (as you so eagerly told Christopher and I in some comment about the Queen Mary), and some elderly people might be wise.
(I'm just talking about the decision making process as you brought it up in the beginning of this post)

Anyway, here in the states,m we would not be so eloquent and we'd say, "Baby shit yellow". People would automatically know what we were talking about. See, that's wise.

Peace

PS Too bad I wasn't your neighbor. I am an excellent painter and I like to paint. I could use a few extra dollars, (or pounds to you). I would paint it until you and the teen liked it.

english inukshuk said...

man the paint alone is stretching my budget somewhat. . . but if you were a neighbour and had some time to spare and no chores of your own, the coffee would be brewing and the muffins would be baking in the oven

(-:

"baby shit yellow" is exactly the colour

)-:

that brings back memories of too many nappies!

/-:

you are the age you are, and I was only teasing - in a nice way. . .

. . .is there a nice way to tease? please accept my apologies for any offence

\-:

as for deciding when you need to make a decision, now it's getting complicated!

(-;

sometimes decisions are a bit like making coffee, they kind of brew, sometimes they are weak, sometimes strong, rarely totally perfect (well, actually, I always imagine you, Joe, having the perfect cups of coffee, and that's certainly what I wish for you, but I don't often)- but, boy, are they good when the outcome is perfect

Christopher you understand my pain

Spadoman said...

Oh my sweet lovable friend, there is no offense. In fact, I don't care what others are saying about me, as long as they're saying something. I love being teased, by you especially. It shows me you care. Don't ever stop. Just tease Christopher in a meaner way than you tease me.

Peace

Christopher said...

In my great age my eyes are dim, I cannot see, I have not brought my specs with me, My hearing aid is up the spout, I let the batteries run out, I've left my zimmer in the hall And I need to answer nature's call - but did somebody say something about TEAS? Scones, please, with clotted cream and strawberry jam.

*wonders if he could possibly be J.'s grandfather? Back in 1922, when he and Spadoman had this bet...*

english inukshuk said...

boys boys boys

what am I going to do with you two?

do you know what! I don't have to do anything, you're big enough to sort this out by yourselves

however, tea is currently being served, scones and jam and clotted cream too. . .

(-:

Spadoman said...

Clotted cream, that must be one of those things from your side of the pond. Although I have a great recipe for pancakes using curdled buttermilk.
That's all I have for now. I'll deal with Methuselah later.

Peace.

Mel said...

Ummmm...

EEeewww!

*shudder*

Now the duckie--I'm ALL about the duckie!!
And coffee.
But you were talking tea and clotted cream and stuff I don't get to indulge in.
Any chance for a cuppa coffee?
With the Rubber Duckie Song?

Or.....Elmo's Duck song will work!

<-- knows the words! :-)

Mel said...

That's it!

Bath with bubbles and duckies! :-)

Good plan while Horatio Hamster naps.

(he looks soooooo cute when he's sleeping!)

Anonymous said...

Rubber Duckies Rule.
Baby shit also rules.
You can't lose.
Er, win.
Er, forget that last bit. I'm not taking the bathroom seriously enough. Just be thankful you didn't go for Artexed pink.