I love the smell of paint. Recently, an office down the hall from our law firm was being remodeled and so the walkways were filled with the distinct smell of adhesive-color-from-a-can. I probably made twice as many trips out to the balcony to take a break, just so I could waft in the nice-ness of it all. It probably reminds me most of when I was young and my mom repainted rooms in our house in a never-ending effort to “fix up the place.” It just smacks of renewal and starting over and change.
Normally, I balk at change and then within a day, I’m over it and thoroughly embracing the new. So I guess the paint smell reminds me most of that. This affinity is brush and can-only mind you - I don’t share the same fondness for spray paint smell - so don’t worry, I’m not about to ruin a perfectly good legal career by huffing. Although I do find I have the same reaction to the smell in ice lockers at gas stations, however that probably has more to do with whatever chemical is in those rather than any fond early memories I might have of picking up ice.
Anyway, look for a ton of posts this weekend as I study for my ethics class final at the beginning of this next week, and then the state bar ethics exam at the end of the week. I’ll slowly wittle away at all the post-it note ideas for posts that I’ve been collecting from work, as mentioned in a previously.
-jd
