One week I spent three miserable hours trying to paint a satin ribbon, and went home in a filthy mood Read more summer essentials One week I spent three miserable hours trying to paint a satin ribbon, and went home in a filthy mood Read more summer essentials A s a five-year-old, I loved fairies, Spice Girls and Vincent van Gogh. It wasn’t the famous ear incident or the existential despair that I found fascinating, but a picture book. For the Love of Vincent, by Brenda V Northeast, told the