[the Millennium Falcon shakes, knocking Leia into Han's arms]
Princess Leia: Let go.
Han Solo: Shh.
Princess Leia: Let go, please.
Han Solo: Don’t get excited.
Princess Leia: Captain, being held by you isn’t quite enough to get me excited.
Han Solo: Sorry sweetheart. I haven’t got time for anything else.
Star Wars V: The Empire Strikes Back
Something wonderful has happened. Something for which I have been waiting for over a decade. Something that I had begun to despair of ever actually happening. Dad Windu is prepping the kitchen ceiling and walls… for paint.
That’s right. My dingy white kitchen is going to be painted. It’s the last room in our house that hasn’t had some type of de-Mabelizing. The lady that we bought our house from was a wonderful person, the rightfully proud original owner of a house in absolutely fantastic shape. But Mabel, well, Mabel had horrible taste. Our kitchen – the most tasteful of all rooms in the house when we bought it – was at various moments of its existence light pink, lavender, mint green and dandelion yellow. In small doses, any of these colors might have been fine (ok, probably not), but Mabel – bless her heart – didn’t do small doses. The entire kitchen was these colors – ceiling, walls, cupboards (inside and out), trim and shelves. Right before we bought the place, her daughter insisted on having the kitchen – the entire kitchen – painted bright shiny white in what appears to be $1.99 per gallon paint.
A decade afterwards, the paint is coming off the ceiling and one of the walls in sheets as DW tries to get the room in shape for the primer. Keep your fingers crossed for the ceiling to be primed by dinner time tomorrow evening.
Oh paint! Fun stuff. In a moment of desperation I chose “show every bit of dirt cream” for the color of our walls. We are slowly rememdying the situation. Slowly.
What color are you using to cover the Easter basket mish mash?
Sandra: Shades of cream, light on two of the walls, darker behind the cupboard doors and a medium shade on the bulkhead. I hope we don’t get the “show every bit of dirt cream” like Holly did!
I’ve got to post pics of my kitchen someday. I did the whole thing in a retro 1950′s diner, with full on black and white tile floors, and a 1950′s diner menu covering all the walls. Already feeling sorry for the folks who have to de-Topsy the thing!!!
TT: That’s the kitchen I wanted! I begged, I pleaded, I was over-ruled. Dad Windu wasn’t going for putting the floor in though. The words expensive and pain-in-the-ass and no way may have been muttered. I guess I’ll just have to visit your cool kitchen.
must
see
photos of
the t-t kitchen!!!!
I love to paint. I could paint all day long. If you need assistance, just drop me a line, LOL. But not while it’s cold. When it’s cold, I sit inside and whine about it being cold.