Chalkboard paint. The stuff isn’t cheap. I still had almost half a can left and I knew I could use it at some point.
There's the catch: "at some point." At some point I would find a purpose for the paint again. At some point I would put it to use. At some point I will be buried under all the stuff I've accumulated.
No. Enough.
The paint has gone to a garden club associate. She was planning on buying some for the project she’s almost finished with. While I had the tiniest pang of separation anxiety when I offered it, when I handed it over I was happiest knowing that Sarah using the paint now was much better than me holding onto ‘something useful.’
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