I love to go wandering through the paint sample section of a store. I sometimes bring a fabric swatch with me to look legit, like a real painter who knows exactly what she’s doing.
Truth is, I’m a paint chip thief, I don’t know what I’m doing, and I have no remorse over any of it.
I look for the best-named paints and pocket the chips. They’re free, but this isn’t why they are the best deal in the entire store.
The names of the colors are pure gold. Even though I bought a set of Paint Chip Poetry words a few years ago with enough chips to last me a lifetime, I can’t just saunter past the paint aisle without challenging myself to a short poem using a named color when it’s there for the choosing and word-amusing.
I chip-lifted Stargazer on a recent trip to WalMart, and I went a wee bit alliterative with a paint chip elfchen poem.
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