Apparently the sense of smell is the one most closely tied to memory. Events of the last weekend have served to remind me of that fact (or factoid).
Amongst her many activities of the weekend, LC repainted our downstairs bathroom. The skirting boards, doorframe, and other edging obviously needed a completely different white paint from the walls, and said paint was cleaned with white spirit, or its modern equivalent.
But the thing is that when I first started painting miniature figures, way back in the days when the models were made of lead (before they became pewter, never mind plastic!), the recommended paint was oil-based enamels. Those were, of course, cleaned using white spirit.
And so for much of the weekend I found myself fondly reminded of those days. And not so fondly reminded of having hundreds of unpainted little figures lying around waiting for my attentions.
(I still have no intention of starting again. Those days are over.)
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