I hate painting walls. Can’t, actually, in the middle of winter. The odor would flush us out of doors. Too cold to open all the windows. And I love yellow. And teddy bears. So when the tiny fourth daughter made little noises about updating her “babyish” room, I turned a deaf ear.
Until I heard this word: polka dots.
She saw she had my attention…and pressed the advantage. Just a few, she wheedled. Maybe pink? And I thought, sure. Why not?
A plastic dinner plate and three $.98 bottles of acrylic later, we have fun color!