Once upon a time,
a retired high school English teacher ,who loved the written word,
discovered an avenue for that word love, and it was called blogging.
(In the interest of full disclosure, I chose blogging because my 3 adult daughters all said,
“Mother, don’t you dare get on Facebook.”)
And so White Spray Paint was born.
Why the name White Spray Paint?
I wrote the answer to that in my very first post.
“My mother was a great proponent of white spray paint and its multiple uses and problem solving qualities in home decor. This has been an important part of our family's home toolbox for as long as I can remember.
She sprayed everything and taught me to do so as well.
White spray paint transformed every piece of old furniture, that my father hauled in a cattle trailer, to the first garage apartment my husband and I had.
As family members arrived with precious treasures to share -my mother cleaned and sprayed, cleaned and sprayed.
White spray paint covered changing tables,baskets,picture frames,mirrors, lamps and wicker screens in the bedrooms of our three daughters-
her precious, kindred spirited granddaughters.
She made their bedding, their curtains, their pillows and shams- all highlighted by bright, white furniture we had sprayed and redeemed.
White spray paint traveled in the back of my suburban to every dorm room, apartment, and rent house that our daughters lived in while at Texas A&M ( as well as to all other homes thereafter) .
In all of this white spray painting, I know we left random spray marks in alleys and parking lots throughout town.
We have always painted with such great abandon.
She taught us that too.”
And so dear friends, my blog White Spray Paint was born.
Because of its name, I may have accidentally ended up in the world of DIY blogs,
but that is not the story I have to tell.
That would have tickled my mother.
I can hear her now… ”DIY? Well who else is going to do it? Of course I do it myself.”
I have likened my blog to that funky, dusty thrift shop on the edge of town-
sometimes open, sometimes closed- with treasures hidden in its depths.
Just know how grateful I am to those of you that are part of the wonderful motley crew who has joined me here.
You’re “doing it yourself” everyday too.