The Paint Chip Queen/Thief?
First of all, I need to confess something to you. I love Home Depot. Not love as in I enjoy going to Home Depot, love as in I utterly adore it. I wouldn't marry the place, but I may get married in it. This love started when I was a little girl. My dad is the kind of guy who remodels the house on his own and who makes random stuff for kicks and giggles. He's always doing something to the house and you better believe it involved a trip to Home Depot and guess who was already waiting in the car.
There's something about the smell of wood and the seemingly endless display of light fixtures that seemed magical. I loved seeing all the weird stuff that you could put into your house and the millions of colors that you could paint with. When I caught on to the fact that the paint samples were for you to take home, you better believe I took a decent stack every time I went. To this day, anyone who knows me well enough knows better than to mention their trips to Home Depot around me because I will go and I will take paint chips. They probably wouldn't mind taking me if I didn't embarrass them by walking out with a large handful.
This weekend was when my obsession may have gotten out of hand. Like the good little crafter I am, I jumped on the paint chip train again because it finally gave me an excuse to use them (and get more). I currently have an entire wall dedicated to displaying my collection. With my nephew by my side, I decided to go for the gold and take one of each paint chip and believe it or not, I did. I didn't settle for the smaller ones either, I took one of each of the ones that have three different colors on them. They're practically entire pages of colors and you better believe my dad was embarrassed when I walked out of there. He refused to walk out with me and in the car he said that I got my fair share of strange looks. Whatever, they're free right? Is it too soon to crown myself as queen?
Moral of the story: Go get those paint chips. The queen has spoken.