The Smallest Art Gallery in the House
Whenever I'm in the downstairs restroom in my parents' house, I always think back to a specific day shortly before I turned six. Visitors ALWAYS ask us about that particular room, too.
I'm not really sure what my parents were thinking when they broke out the acrylic paints and gave 7-year-old not-yet-an-uncle Punk and 5-year-old me each a brush and palette.
Can you tell Punk has mad art skills and loves dinosaurs and I have a lifelong love for Smokey the Bear and far less talent? All these facts remain true today.
My parents also contributed to the decor. Though, since they worked more slowly, Punk and I dominated the wall space.
Over the years my excitement about the room has waxed and waned. At the height of my embarrassment (late high school and early college), I begged them to let me paint the walls again- with a thick coat of primer and then some standard color latex. All requests were denied.
The room now charms me yet again. Maybe now because I can clearly see in my childish work exactly how adoring and supportive my parents have always been.
7 comments:
Aw, that's cute! We've never lived in a house long enough to keep something like that up.
I think that is the best bathroom I've ever seen! I love that they have kept it! Maybe at some point Ranger can add to it!
what an awesome thing to have :^)
that is so cool! it reminds me of dr. pausch's lecture & his parents letting him paint his walls with formulas or whatever. so awesome of your parents to give you & your brother the room for creative expression. i hope when we settle into our home, the kiddos can do their rooms.
What a great idea! I may have to let my son experiment, too. LOL
I know I am going home from work one day to find this in my own guest bathroom!
That is so incredibly awesome!!
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