Happy Valentine’s Day! This is the corniest post I have ever written. A Tale of two loves and a confused heart. My paint lovin heart.
Here is my first love.
My sister gave me one of you for Easter, years ago when I first began to develop a crush on you. I soon discovered your sleek brand was no match for the inferior types out there. I was smitten immediately. Sometimes you were easy to take care of. Sometimes you held onto everything like glue. You were not always so kind to me with latex paint either and I began to stray with the foam roller.
The day came when I began painting kitchens and bathroom cabinetry. I realized you were just not strong enough to take on this task, and I couldn’t shoulder all the work you have to do myself. I found a new love.
Yes, Sprayer! Sprayer and I had a rocky start. It spit up on me, spilled on me and sometimes just plain refused to cooperate. It had so many fussy parts and was so high maintenance!
We tried counseling and worked out our differences. Once I learned that sprayer was just a highly refined tool that needed to be treated differently than you brush, we made magic together.
Pre CeCe Caldwell’s, but sprayer and I getting along great
Then last year along came CeCe Caldwell’s paints. Sprayer and I loved CeCe Caldwell’s paints, but with all of sprayers high maintenance upkeep (so complex!) I found you again brush. And how you loved CeCe Caldwell’s paints.
Omaha Ochre, Seattle Mist, dark and clear wax. Click on picture to read more.
You swirled, and twirled and made beautiful finishes. When the work was done, you cooperated and rinsed clean with very little effort. I felt so torn. It was so easy to crack open a can CeCe paints and off we would go on a fling.
Roadside find in Virginia Chestnut and Johnston Daffodil
But I was still holding onto sprayer in my heart. I knew when the big challenges came. The ones that would require too many brush strokes, well, I was torn between two loves. Then I discovered CeCe Caldwell’s paints love to be sprayed as well!
Vermont Slate and Vintage White. Sprayed!
Lucky for me, I don’t have to choose. My brushes wait patiently for me and welcome me back when I have been away.
Sprayer patiently stays quiet in it’s drawer, well used and humble. They both know they can’t replace the other and yet both have equal places in my heart.
And we lived happily ever after. The end.