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Before I begin, I feel a need to explain the title of today’s post.

It is one of the lines in a Joni Mitchell song that has over the years etched itself deep into my music playlists.

The first time I heard this song was during a movie called TRULY MADLY DEEPLY. A trusted coworker had endorsed this movie as a must see.

At one point during the movie, this song was sung by Alan Rickman, and I was immediately charmed by it’s lovely melody.

The title of the song was A CASE OF YOU.

If you’re unfamiliar with this song, I welcome you to look it up sometime.

Now, on with my story…

If you’ll remember, one of my New Year’s resolutions was to try and learn something new every day.

Well, I can say with confidence that during this very short time I have learned more I had originally bargained for.

Let me begin…

About a month ago, while scrolling through Pinterest I had come across pictures of an extremely small box of paints made from an altoids tin and clear plastic gum pack, you know, like the plastic you find in your average package of gum.

I was immediately smitten.

Within a week I had gathered the materials, sat myself down and began constructing this little treasure of a paint box.

In front of my was a tin so small you could fit two inside an altoids tin. I had purchased this tin in a little Roman shop selling pasta, liquors, cookies and candies. This tin was filled with tiny liquorice candies. I had some bubble tea staws about the size of a liquorice wand. I was going to cut them about an inch thick, and they would hold the paint. Imagine my surprise when I learned the tin would fit sixteen pieces. This meant that my little paint box would hold sixteen different colours.


Now, looking back, I can see that my efforts in making this small liquorice tin into a mini paint box proved to have several faux pas.

To begin with, I had thought that lining the tin with aluminum foil would help protect it from rust.

Well, what it did do was prevent the paint from thickening and hardening.

Putting gel glue on the bottom of the bubble tea straws to help contain the paint wasn’t a good idea either.

I constructed that tin weeks ago and the paint is still as wet as on the day I had poured it.

Another travel paint box that I constructed yesterday featuring varying blues and greens is already dry.

Further, yesterday I lined the tin with washi tape hoping it would add some colour and flair.

That was another bad idea because the washi tape is peeling off the sides.

There’s no flair in that.

It would seem that I’m going to have to rethink my paint box making skills and try to build a better paintbox.

Oddly enough, just now, I can hear my own father’s voice telling me time and again that in order to succeed, one has to build a better mousetrap.

I always knew that I never had the smarts nor the will to build his proverbial better mouse trap.

Instead, I’m going to build me a better box of paints.