I’m addicted to spray paint. There, I’ve said it. Wow. I feel so much lighter already. Now, before you judge me, I should add that I’m not addicted to spray paint in the sniffing sense, rather, in the name of art (said in a posh accent).
If I was a teenager again I could totally get into graffiti.
But because I’m a mature, law-abiding adult, I’ve contained my spray painting addiction to my own home. I’ve literally been going around the house looking for things to spray paint. The kids know when I’ve got a wild look in my eyes to stay well out of my way, or they might end up a different colour.
My addiction began when I spray painted a shadow box for Isla, followed by one for Amelie:
Then I had to spray a shadow box for Max, too:
See the rabbit and gorilla in the above photos? I superglued the animals to jar lids and then spray painted the animal and corresponding lid in the same colour. Why? Good question. I was tired of collecting trinkets off the floor or fishing them out of Max’s mouth. I had seen similar animal jars on Instagram and thought they would be the perfect vessel for storing the
crap clutter kids love to collect. Not only do glass jars keep similar trinkets together and clearly visible (yes, I’m anal, but I can’t help it…I’m a Virgo), they also upcycle glass jars.
reuse (discarded objects or material) in such a way as to create a product of higher quality or value than the original.
This new project called for me to broaden my spray paint collection. I didn’t even finish the word ‘Bunnings’ and James was already in the car with the engine running. It’s true we have a mutual love for the place. I especially love how the spray paint cans are kept in a locked cage, and you have to call a sales assistant over to open it. It feels so, I don’t know… illicit. (We don’t get out much.)
Here is a sample from my upcycled glass jar collection:
Guess what everyone’s getting for Christmas this year?
Ho, ho! Ha.