Paint stores. I love them. There’s so much art in those cans, just waiting to happen. Canvas, walls – paint doesn’t care where it’s spread. It only cares that it is. (There’s a life metaphor in there, y’all, but let’s all figure that one out on our own, bo-kay?)
I was at a paint store and just didn’t have the vigor to pick up a jillion paint chips. I asked the paint store dude how a gal might go about getting one of their nifty color wheels. You’ll never guess what he said in response: ask. (There’s another life metaphor in there, too.)
I smiled, asked and he handed me the full spectrum. When I told him he wouldn’t be getting it back any time soon, he didn’t mind. There are some nice guys in the world after all.
So that’s how I ended up absorbed by a multitude of colors during yesterday’s breakfast. And I couldn’t have been happier.
Hope your day is colorful, too.