Who says, “Obviously, this ceiling should be orange!”???? Can you guess? Okay, okay, I’ll tell you: The people who owned the house before us!
Whatever, it’s cool. The orange matched the orange wood, orange floors, orange walls, and the orange wood trim around the ceiling light! You know, there’s no wrong time for orange, right?
I had to say my heartfelt goodbyes to that orange ceiling, (aka nearly swearing under my breath as I painted it- have you ever painted a ceiling? Um, not fun!), and while the white isn’t orange, it… well, it isn’t orange, enough said.
Really, have you ever painted a ceiling? I am all for working hard and doing my part, but painting ceilings is my new least favorite thing ever. I still have paint in my hair! Haha, people keep saying, “What’s that in your hair?” I think I’m going to say, “lice” next time because I’m getting made fun of for paint, so I’ll try to scare them a little so I can laugh at them. Might backfire, but whatev.
So let me point out some really great things about this kitchen. The countertops were already redone with this oatmeal colored slab stuff. Anyone know what it is? I don’t actually know what they are but they were easy to bleach and clean up and they look really nice, and no grout is pretty awesome. The cabinets were original – most people would probably hate that, but I love it because they are real wood! And then there is a window over the sink that looks into the backyard. I can watch the kids while they play outside. And, and, and – it’s such an open floor plan! The kitchen is centrally located in the house which makes me feel like I can keep track of the kids a little better and hear everrrryyytthhing!
Since I took this pictures we already put our black microwave up in place of that white one, and we’ll eventually get another stove, but our other one is electric so it isn’t useable here. Shame! We also had to get rid of our dryer since it would work here and I literally hugged it goodbye. It was my first stove & dryer and they served us so well, I was a little attached. I don’t know if they were my possessions or if they owned me, but either way, we spend a who lot of time together.
I’m not even a bit done with the dining room so I won’t share it now, but here’s a peek: