Last weekend I, with the help of a very dear friend, painted my kitchen. I’d like to start off by sending props to that dear friend…you know who you are, and you know you pretty much rock! It was a lot of hard work, especially with three children being left to run around the house on their own recognizance because of all adults in the household being preoccupied with rollers and drop cloths and tape. It was a Lord of the Flies esque experiment in our house, and let me assure you the outcome here was just as happy as the book.
I had been wanting to add some color to my stark white walls for some time. When we built this house 4 years ago, I selected a lovely beige color for all the interior walls. I know, I know people, beige! I can hear you groaning across the internet. I was addicted to beige just like everyone else in the 90′s, and I couldn’t help myself. The thing is, when we moved in to my surprise the walls had actually been painted white! Which in my opinion is worse than beige….it is the beige of the 80′s. White walls are loved by hospitals and mental institutions and holy houses of our Lord everywhere, but not by me. I cannot stress to you how depressing these white walls are. I spend 99.9% of my life trapped inside these 4 walls, so BY GOD! give me something interesting to look at! Please!
My laziness and indecisiveness had gotten the better of me for the last four years though. I finally made some color decisions about a month ago. I have always loved fall and fall colors, so I chose a deep red and harvesty yellow color. The dining area is in yellow, and the kitchen proper is mostly in red. I realize that a picture of the kitchen would be helpful at this point. But alas, I don’t have any pictures handy, and since no one reads this blog anyway, why put myself through the trouble? Why? If you are reading this, you probably know me personally, so just come over and look at it for your damn self! Anyhow, I think the colors are beautiful! I love being in my kitchen now, and many times during the day I walk in there for no reason at all, just to bask in the beauty of the color! Deep, rich color. It makes me feel warm inside.
My youngest son has a different take on it though. A day or so after the paint was finally dry, he observed “Mom, this side is mustard and that side is ketchup.” And then five minutes later, “Mom, this side is pee pee, and that side is blood! You painted with pee and blood!” So as I’m basking, I find myself having to fight off the piss and blood, or ketchup and mustard feelings. I have to stop myself from thinking I’m in a giant hot dog room, or a room from a horror/fetish movie.
The kid totally ruined it for me.
