We drove that minivan with the caved-in driver's side for years more, and actually it wasn't so bad because since the insurance totalled the car but I refused to give it up, they paid me an extra coupla-grand for the salvage rights to the car and lowered my insurance payments, since who needs collision insurance on a car that's already been totalled?
Of course, if your car already looks that beat-up then it's only downhill from there: window stop rolling down? Air conditioning stop working? What's the point, right? We even kept driving the damn thing after the transmission went out on the way home from Cleveland last winter--the trick was to keep the rpms under 2,000 and the speed under 20 mph.
We were SO happy when Matt's parents offered us their old minivan and we could officially trash this white one that's been half-dead for four years already. And wouldn't you know, when Matt called the insurer to tell them that they could pick up the car for salvage, they said, "Yeah, we don't really actually want it. Feel free to junk it yourself."
And so while Matt waits for the perfect offer (he's holding out for $220 at least), our junked minivan just sits in the driveway, a giant white paperweight.
White. Like, blank canvas white.
I told the girls that they could paint the car.
Now, this activity isn't completely unheard of. Chalk in My Pocket once blogged about a jeep painting activity at an event that she attended, but a whole, huge, WHITE minivan, belonging to us, all ready to be painted and then sent to the junkyard? Sign us up!
Our paints are standard student-grade tempera, and the brushes are soft student-grade acrylic brushes:
Yep, I even let Willow climb onto the roof. But I assure you, when she's not busy breaking her leg at the playground, she is quite the monkey climber:
A little paint got on the children, as well as the car:
Especially when they discovered splatter paint, Pollock-style:
Behold, our masterpiece!
A rainstorm the same night knocked about 70% of that paint right off. It's freezing cold again outside, but as soon as it warms up I'm going to send the girls out with some buckets and soap and sponges and teach them how to wash the car up perfectly clean again.
We'll paint it!
We'll paint it!