On outlines, color hacks, and trash that isn’t trash.

The purple flowers in the women’s bathroom are coming to life — I added brown outlines yesterday, and they’re giving everything more structure, more focus. Funny how one color can change the entire energy of a wall.

I also started in the men’s bathroom. The boys are not getting flowers, but they are getting some colorful line fun. No idea what this will look like in the next couple of days but I’m pumped.

The goal: a Friday finish.
Up next: Much more color.

We’re working with paint we got on at Lowe’s and Home Depot… but not just any paint. ***FYIFYIFYI IYKYK*** Here’s the hack: people order a custom color, it gets mixed just for them… and then sometimes, they reject it. Wrong shade. Changed their mind. Didn’t feel right.

So what does the store do with those orphaned colors? Toss em? Nope. They mark them wayyyy down in an effort to get them sold.
Mistakes, apparently. Misfits. Regrets.

BUT GUYS, they’re not mistakes at all.
They’re rejected potential.
Unclaimed gifts. Stifled purpose.

I’m painting this mural with rejected mistakes. Isn’t that silly?
Colors that didn’t get picked. Wrong shade, wrong time.
Paint that was too much or not enough for someone else, but exactly right for me.

Mistakes are just possibilities with bad PR

They’re contextual just like every other opinion.
Misalignment in one place can be a perfect fit in another.
Making something with what others tossed aside doesn’t make it less meaningful; it makes it more purposeful.
Because it was rescued. Reframed. Reimagined.

The mural is created through repurposed purpose.
It’s not trash, it’s transformation.
Let’s be careful not to stifle for syntax’s sake.