The following is a guest post from Megan Durham.
Everyone has certain smells that they associate with the holidays. For some it’s pine. For others it’s gingerbread. For me, it’s paint.
That’s because, for as long as I can remember, I’ve spent every winter break with a paintbrush in one hand and a bucket of white primer in the other at the family ice cream store with my brothers and cousins. There’s a lot to paint and fix in the brief two weeks that we close the store, but luckily there are a lot of us.