Excuse Me While I Lick My Walls

It all started with a crappy fridge. The house came with a crappy side by side fridge and freezer. It was ridiculously impractical, as both sides were impossibly narrow. We couldn't fit a left over pizza in the fridge side, nor could we fit a frozen pizza in the freezer side--a huge problem due to our excessive pizza consumption.

We lusted after the french door style refrigerators until we bit the bullet and bought one a few weeks ago. It was great, and humongous. It wouldn't fit in the space where the old one lived. We tore out the cabinet over the fridge, which was fine because all we kept up there was a gigantic bag of chocolate chips and my medicine from last year's bout of hot tub herpes.

The wall wasn't painted all the way behind the cabinet. So then we knew we had to paint.

If I was going to paint the walls, I may as well paint the ceiling first, right?

I spent a lot of time looking at the ceiling, and happened to notice the disgustingly filthy recessed lights. One of them had a reddish brown stain smeared on the side, and now I wonder if my kitchen was a crime scene before we bought the house.

Here's the before picture. After the ceiling's been painted and Todd yanked out one of the horrible recessed lights.


Then we haggled over the paint color. I envisioned a cheerful color. In fact, I won a poker hand in which the stakes were the color of the kitchen. I won apple green walls. But Todd was right about his initial assertion about color, and he was proven right by a $5 piece of software I bought at Lowes. (Totally worth it if you want to paint a room and can't pick out a color!)

Now my kitchen is the color of a chocolate milkshake. And all I want is a chocolate milkshake. Eventually my lack of fitting into my jeans will likely force me to repaint to a less suggestive color.

Todd had to frankenstein up these light fixtures. He cobbled together various components that I never would have dreamed of putting together. And it totally works. I don't have the heart to turn them off, and I am a complete nazi about turning the lights off when we're not in the room.

I think I just heard angels sing.