After rifling through the books, the second thing I attacked in my Swedish death cleaning were cans of paint on the silver wire rack in the garage. Unmarked cans and cans that were marked — "Thomas' room 2015," "Front Porch Gray 2012" — and then one blue rubber glove, two stuck-together rags, a small steel roller with the pad painted to it, an empty rectangular can of paint thinner and a brown ceramic bowl with dried white paint at the bottom.
Twenty cans in all. Had there been a bunch of kids around, the paint could have been an art project. Go ahead and have fun, mix them all together and see what you come up with.