Here's my glorious bounty of paint, people. The oldest can I found was dated 1992. It was, predictably, white. There are fifteen cans of white paint there (look at the lids, not interior of the cans-- that is some old paint), and nearly all of them are the same color: Whisper White. These people really liked Whisper White. Some of them are almost entirely full.
Those cans are from two owners back, and you can tell because they are all lovingly labeled with the date they were mixed, the color of the paint and the room they were intended for. Evidently they believed they needed a new, fresh can of paint for each room. So there are labels like: "Wally's Bathroom, December 1993, Whisper White" and "Kitchen, August 1996, Whisper White," and, in a startling design departure: "Wally's Room, September 1994, Pure White."
Bold move, Wally. Bold move.
Then there are the paint cans from the people we bought the house from. There are two cans of unlabeled white paint that I know are theirs from the date printed on the can, and then there are the only three non-white cans in this whole thing: the extra paint from what is now Connor's room, formally known as the Dartboard Room of Death.
|Just back away slowly and make no sudden movements. It can sense your fear.|
So at any rate, with latex paint you just have to let it dry out and then you can throw it away in your regular garbage. I pried open the lids of all of these cans, and I'll probably add some kitty litter or paint hardener to the really full ones to speed up the process. Then we'll haul the whole mess to the dump along with our next load of Dangerous Things The Previous Owners Couldn't Bother To Get Rid Of Themselves.
|No, really. This is about half of it.|
P.S.: Bonus Fact! I've just been informed that apparently the exterior of the White House was, at least in 1989, painted Duron Whisper White. Who knew? Apparently we had the most patriotic house interior on the block, before we ruined it all by painting it mostly Sherwin-Williams Latte instead. Oh well.