Like Mother, Like Daughter
When we went home to see my folks for Christmas, we spent a lot of time in the kitchen chatting. In the process, Ken's mom and I convinced my mom that giving the kitchen some color may look beautiful. (Both Ann and I have painted our kitchens and really enjoy the vibrance and change from a dull white). My mom got excited by the prospect; my dad was not excited for any change. But after we left, they started looking at paint chips and picking out colors and, over time, my dad started to be uneasy about painting (rather than flat-out hating the idea).
Well, today's the day.
They are painting the kitchen a beautiful rich rusty-red. I think it looks great -- and they've only done one coat so far. I am very proud of them for going for it. As an added bonus, I think it looks beautiful and I would much rather sit in their new red kitchen than their old white one. Especially on a cold white, snowy day. I'm excited. See the change for yourself:
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