So. we’re away from prying eyes here. We’re in a safe place. Metaphorically we’re sat in a circle, on uncomfortable plastic chairs, in a community room that smells of yesterday’s lunch. No one’s talking. Everyone is being careful to avoid eye contact.
Ok, I’ll go first. I paint with enamels. The first step is to be able to say it. I had my first experience of enamels when I was 7 or 8 (it might be even earlier but I don’t want my parents to get in trouble). I was quickly hooked. That smell. The taste of the brush. The white spirit. Intoxicating. As I got older I moved on from Airfix to Humbrol. I’d even dabbled with exotica like Revell and Tamiya. The range of colours was amazing. So beautiful to mix and blend.
Then my friends started to drift off. They had their heads turned by the new fancy acrylics. Come with us they said. It’s so much easier they said. I didn’t listen. I was in too deep. How could I afford to switch? I persisted. I was slow, but those little tins were my friends now.
Things could have gone on like this but when you have kids of you’re own you have to re-evaluate your life choices. I have a few dropper bottles of acrylics and I am learning to readjust in to regular wargaming society. But deep down I know those tins are still there. In that draw in the garage.
We can only take one day at a time.
Who is next?
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