This blog follows the life and times of Augusta Taylor Frey.
Friday, November 12, 2010
Taylor gets yellow paint
YellowPaint October 26, 2010 During the last days of warm weather before the late October snow storm Taylor and Maclaren slopped several layers of newspaper strips dipped in flour glue over balloon molds to form paper mache pumpkins. After the paper mache dried the girls covered their creations with a final layer of orange paper and set them outside to dry. The paper pumpkins had to be rescued from an unexpected rainstorm, but were saved by a warm oven. Today Taylor had been asking her daddy if she could have someyellowpaintto finish her paper mache pumpkin. Papa asked Taylor if she would like to go with him to Home Depot to buy hardware that would automatically close the door at the top of the living room steps. At first she declined, but when asked if perhaps she would like to look foryellowpaintthere, she ran out the door toward the car ready to go to Home Depot. The first stop was at the hinge section where Taylor examined many of the offerings asking if each might be what Papa was looking for. There were some spring loaded hinges, but none were the right size. So Papa asked Taylor if we should check out thepaintsection and look foryellowpaint. Off we went. Taylor excitedly pointed out numerous containers with any hint ofyellowon the label, asking ifyellowpaintwas inside. We took two loops through the entire paintdepartment and the onlyyellowpaintPapa located was in a spray can designed to mark pavement for things like underground lines. The search for yellowpaintwas abandoned, so Papa and Taylor were headed back to the door hardware section where Taylor asked if she could ask where she could findyellow paint. Papa saw no likely person but told Taylor, “Of course you may ask.” We continued back toward the isle with hinges. Back among the hinges and latches Taylor looked up at a man restocking a shelf. He turned and asked, “Could I help you find something?” Taylor responded, “I needyellowpaint, please.” “Well, follow me. I think thepaintdepartment can help you.” In thepaintdepartment the man from door hardware introduced Taylor to a man behind the counter in thepaintdepartment, and said to Taylor, “I think he can help you.” As thepaintman looked down toward Taylor she told him, “I needyellowpaint, please.” “What kind ofyellowpaintdo you want?” “Brightyellow” “Well, look at the color samples on the wall behind you and see what kind of yellowpaintyou like.” After studying the dozens ofpaintsamples Taylor pointed to one and announced, “I like that one.” “Would you like it in glossy or matt?” “I like shiny.” “OK, I can make that for you.” As thepaintman searched for a little can of glossypaint, Taylor looked up and asked, “Do you have any brushes my size?” “Yes, look on the wall over there.” We went looking for brushes as thepaintman worked on Taylor’syellowpaint sample. Taylor found a brush to her liking and returned to wait patiently while the paintman mixed up heryellowpaint. After vigorously shaking the little can ofyellowpaint, he handed it to his little customer who thanked the man, and proudly marched away withpaintcan in one hand and her little brush in the other.