Two summers back, I bought a gallon of paint for $10. At the local hardware store, the clerk had inadvertently mixed the wrong color and offered it to me. What a score, I thought. The color approximated the hue I once used to paint windows in a cupola — a color I christened Little Kid Yellow.
Not everyone in my household has been an enormous fan of painting our front steps bright yellow. Afterwards, even I wondered, Why do I do these things?
Likely, because of January. Because of November, too, and December, and February. Heck, March and April. By the end of May, tiny blue squill will sprinkle the greening-up grass.
But right now, color in northern Vermont is hard to come up. And the little bits of brightness — that’s gold.
The winter wind
at the temple bell
9 thoughts on “Little Kid Yellow”
Never enough Little Kid Yellow in my opinion. I LOVE your steps.
Thank you! I’m loving the yellow beneath ice these days, too.
Perhaps one day you’ll see
a brilliant red cardinal enjoying those steps!
Now that’s a nice thought!
I had to laugh at this one. My powder room on the first floor is painted blueberry and Dannon yogurt raspberry, both “oops” paints I got at the hardware store for $2 each! They are actually quite lovely together.
That sounds like quite a lovely combination! How inventive!
Necessity at the time! We were renovating our massive Victorian and everything needed to be painted. That certainly added up quickly.
I imagine! Paint isn’t cheap (usually), either.
What a beautiful house! And yes on that yellow! And pots of flowers that change – what fun!