Painting Walls and Elbows

Stories come in various versions. That’s one of their charms. And sometimes, as proof that stories are living entities, they can come around and startle you.

I’m painting the interior of a house that I recently moved into. It’s such a big project, I probably talk about it too much. Didn’t realize my mother was also talking.

Evidently she’s telling everyone that she taught me how to paint. I remember the summer when my dad build a new barn and mom and I painted it. Huge project. I also remember having a screaming fit and finally demanding that if I was to continue painting with my mother, it had to be above her or on an opposite wall from her. When my mother paints, the paint drips off her elbows, gets in her hair, and onto anyone within arm or roller reach. I think of that summer as the time when my mother showed me how NOT to paint.  

Learning how not to do something can be as important and learning how to do something. So it’s actually the same story with an amusing twist.

My mother also likes to tell the story of when I was a toddler, barely walking, and decided to sat on an open bucket of paint. She claims that created such a mess she didn’t know where to start. She didn’t want the paint that splashed onto the floor to dry there, but if she didn’t clean me first, I’d be spreading paint all over the house. No doubt, a dilemma.

In this case, I don’t remember the incident, so the story is all hers.



Filed under Family Stories

2 responses to “Painting Walls and Elbows

  1. I once stepped off a ladder directly into a gallon of paint. And I wasn’t a toddler.

  2. See we all have paint stories!!!

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