A lick of paint for the kitchen.
Our kitchen is the most revolting colour. Was. Well, sort of still is.
Initially, it looked like this (photos from when we moved in):
And that photo doesn’t even begin to show how it really looked – it’s chipped, it’s stained. It’s nasty.
You can just image the conversation at the paint shop, can’t you?
“G’day, can I give you a hand at all?”
“Oh hi! Yes, I want some paint.”
“No worries! What colour would you like?”
“Well, see, I ate some dodgy Mexican last night – awful stuff. I was hurling the stuff up all night!
And you know… as I was there, hugging the toilet bowl in the dead of night, bits of half digested corn bespeckling my nighty, regurgitated beans sticking loose strands of hair to my cheek, I bought up the guacamole I had – slosh – right into the bowl.
..And it occurred to me – isn’t that a pretty colour!
So I want it that colour, my good man! That colour precisely!”
So instead of late night avocado regurgitation green, we opted for a gloss white for now.
Clean, goes with everything (we intend on painting some of our furniture in there BRIGHT PUERTO RICAN BROTHEL RED. Seth wants to decorate the kitchen with things here and there that remind him of his Puerto Rican heritage and family) and is that much lighter that I’ve noticed I don’t need to turn on the lights nearly as early in the afternoon as I did.
You can see in the photo above (me getting breakfast this morning – please excuse the shit everywhere. It’s moved from where it should be so I could paint) that I haven’t painted in the inside of the cupboard doors yet, but I will.
You can also (maybe?) see that the cat piss yellow counter tops have been covered up with what looks like metal sheeting. It isn’t actually metal sheeting, but it looks like it, and it’s shiny and clean and easy to clean up.
Haven’t managed to do anything about the lovely jaundice yellow walls yet, but thems the breaks.
I’m high on paint fumes – nothing bugs me.
