In Vancouver, Canada, on Granville Island, there is an artists’ paint store called Kroma Acrylics. For years I have walked past this store, lingering only outside the door, gazing longingly at the beautiful window displays of colour paint chips. The reason? I didn’t consider myself qualified to go inside.
This sounds ridiculous when I write it here. Since when did anyone need to be qualified to go into a store which is in the business of selling artists paint? The other week when I plucked up my courage and went inside, no lights flashed over my head and no sirens went off to announce me as an imposter. I received generous help and came away with 4 tubes of gorgeous paint which I came home and promptly and happily used to paint on my cotton fabric.
Do you find there are places where the only thing stopping you is yourself?