This kitchen thing is getting a little out of control. At first, I was just going to cut a hole between the living room and the kitchen to open up the room a bit. During that process, some of the vinyl flooring got ripped, so I thought "well, I might as well get rid of that ugly-ass stuff and put in some tile." Then I got to thinking about how the shade of the light green walls could be described without a great deal of inaccuracy as vomitesque, and that maybe now would be a good time to tear down the wallpaper border with the grapes and flowers that the Live Acorn has been harping about for 5 years and put a fresh coat of paint on, since, you know, you always want to paint before you put a new floor in because god forbid you have to go to the trouble of putting down a drop cloth.
So now I’m starting to paint, and as timeless as the black-wall-glow-in-the-dark-stars-and-planets look is, I've decided to go for something a little lighter*. Now I’m no big city interior decorator, but I gave it some thought, and came up with an off-white undercoat, and then a sponge-applied/faux-marble light yellow on the walls, leaving the ceiling white.
Well, there I stood, beaming with pride at making such an enormous decision all by myself and envisioning a better tomorrow for not only my gastronomical pursuits but for the whole of mankind, when I realized that I’m turning my kitchen into a giant fucking beer:
I guess I’m ok with that.
* The black-wall-glow-in-the-dark-stars-and-planets option will still be on the table when I get around to painting the master bedroom.
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