Paint Was my First Love
When can one call oneself a professional? I have been painting since I was 8 years old so I have been painting for almost 41 years. I dare to call myself a professional. I’m fast, I don’t need taping, I have a super steady hand and I know my product. I have my parents to thank for being so laid back about their parenting. In my home we lived on compromises, if you do this we do that. Our home was always the party home where the parents would go away but would return at exactly midnight to a tidy house and no evidence of a party. That was their compromise. This was how I presented my room plan to them almost 41 years ago. I had a vision of how I wanted my room to be painted but I wanted to do it myself, so they let me. I painted white walls with blue clouds and a sunshine. All the trim I painted bright pink and I took matters super serious because I didn’t want to sabotage my parents their trust. I succeeded brilliantly and they were dead proud. I was awarded with a Barbie and much oh’s and ah’s. They room stayed like this for a month …. So the addiction started very early on.
I can honestly say that we spend most of our money on paint, wallpaper and food. We only want to work with the best stuff and we will never save on either three. We are both blessed with the same stroke (one can’t see who painted something and we can actually work together on one piece without seeing where one started and the other one ended) I believe this is true love, I have married my right hand.
I have a lot to say about paint and did a very cropped version of it on my website. You can find it here.
There will be so many more paint related posts on this blog because paint is my first love and it will be my last.
Love, Yves xxx