Do you ever wonder who decided that painting our homes would be a good idea? We’ve been painting quite a bit recently and I’ve been thinking about this…a lot. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy painting. It is instant gratification with, hopefully, no unhappy circumstances. Not surprisingly, Sherwin-Williams invented the first ready-to-use paint way back in 1866. Mr. Sherwin was also the inventor of the resealable tin can.
I’ve also been wondering why painters wear white? Men In White Painting had this to say,
“Legend has it that back in the late 19th century union painters adopted the all white uniform to set themselves apart from the non-union painters. This became their symbol of professionalism…At the end of the day if the painter came off a job with little paint on their clothing it would suggest that they are skilled.”
I know some people that are skilled. They are what I will call the “good” painters.
My daughter-in-love is skilled. She can paint an entire room in her best Sunday clothes and not get a spot on her…anywhere! She can also paint without a drop cloth. Personally, I find this a bit unnatural.
Also in the “good” painter category would be a very dear friend of mine. She is meticulous in her painting, making sure the paint is all going in the same direction when she rolls it on the wall. Her precision is amazing…and while I truly love this woman, for the sake of our friendship, I think we should never paint together.
You see, though I know good, skilled painters, I am not among their ranks. My painting would fall into both the “bad” and the “ugly” categories. I can slap it on the walls, which I’m sure is “bad” and the process is “ugly.” Remember that part about skilled painters coming off a job with “little paint on their clothing?” Well, this is my “painting clothing.”
Where most people’s “painting clothing” consists of a shirt and pants, I have an entire painting ensemble. In addition to the shirt and pants you see here, I also have painting underwear and socks, painting sneakers and flip flops, and lastly, painting reading glasses. As you can see, have it all.
I have spared you seeing me in the clothing because, well, I’m kind of like a chameleon; meaning I become whatever color I am painting. As I said, it’s “bad” and it’s definitely not pretty.
I have found paint in the most unlikely places. I have found it in my armpit and inside my ear. I still can’t figure this out. I have found it on my gluteus maximus, through my clothing…I do not paint without it…This, of course initiated my need of and provided for my painting underwear. I also often find paint on my biceps. I like to think, though it is delusional to do so, that it is because my biceps are so toned and large. Not true, but it’s what I like to think.
Anyway, it’s really not that big a deal!