What we got here is a brick red kitchen!

We finished painting the kitchen this weekend. Everything is painted, ceiling to trim. We even hung a new light fixture with fancy halogen spot lights (the original ugly-ass fixture from 1969 went out with last week's garbage -- sorry if you had your eye on it!). Our new kitchen is a thing of beauty and I am so excited about getting the rest of the house in shape.

When my husband and I each moved to Omaha (before he was my husband), we each had our own apartment. Within 6 months of me and the pooch arriving there, the three of us rented a house together. We looked at lots of houses before we found the one that we lived in for over 3.5 years. For me, the deal-cincher was that when we walked in the door, the floors were all hard wood and every room save one was painted a color other than white. I loved living in that house. I was so comfortable there. The house had many problems. To name a few: the basement was a hideous swampy place; the bathroom was the only room in the house with carpet in it and it was what you would imagine bathroom carpet to be; and the walls behind the shower were crumbling. In fact, the walls in every room lost about 3 ounces of plaster each time I hung a new piece of art. But the bathroom was painted a rich tan, the office was green, the living room and our bedroom a muted yellow, and the dining room was, yes, imperial red. Color on the walls allowed me to forgive a multitude of sins.

We started painting the kitchen last week. Between the crazy disarray of a kitchen in progress and my crazy out-of-control job, I was ready to sell the house and move out of the area all together. But now that we have a red kitchen, I think I can stay here for another month. We'd better get the other rooms painted quick-quick.