I'm obsessed with spray paint. This is not a new revelation. I've had this addiction for years. I could probably write a whole book about why I love spray paint. But nobody would buy it.
Anyway...no surprise that I grabbed a can and headed outside when it warmed up past 50 degrees. I'm starting to wonder if it's because I have a lot of delayed projects that stacked up over winter or am I finding stuff to paint because it's warm enough that I can. Hummm.....
And I realized today that if I'm ever stranded on a deserted island....I really hope there's spray paint on that island. (In addition to peanut butter and lip gloss of course.) Hey...if Tom Hanks can have a volleyball on his island then I can have a can of spray paint on mine!
