
it is time
On April 27, 2012 (four months ago to the day), I announced that I was going to have my own line of milk paint. It was my pie-in-the-sky-dream-come-true. Four months later, I received my first shipment of milk paint. Not just any milk paint. MY milk paint. Miss Mustard Seed’s Milk Paint. In the boxes and labeling and packaging that I carefully selected and hmmm’d and haw’d over. In the custom colors I mixed and designed. I sat cross-legged on the floor, pricing each box. Just by myself. In a bandanna and some sweats splattered with paint. There wasn’t a big ribbon to cut or a ceremony and I wasn’t sipping an IZZE soda while a team of people I don’t know priced it for me. It was just me in my living room with my paint. It was a sweet moment as I looked at the stack of boxes. It’s









