For months or years or something I’ve been whining about my kitchen. Little Miss Sunshine went into eclipse. I tried to keep a positive attitude during the remodel using my husband’s most wise advice, “It’s not forever.”
And now the kitchen is finished. I get to enjoy the beauty of a kitchen that’s slightly off the “grid of safety”, a term I use about the world of beige. For many years beige was the trend. Paint every wall beige, decorators advised, because it matches everything. Far too often everything else in some rooms was also kindred spirits with beige. My world is not beige.
The original kitchen in our house was light blue and beige. Boring! I painted it purple. The new cabinets, I decided, were also going to be purple. However, I didn’t want them painted. So the nice man who’s doing the work helped us explore the world of colored stain. That world is mainly into shades of brown and reddish browns and oak colors. I wanted purple. They don’t sell purple stain, but he said he could make it happen. I love his attitude!
People who heard about my plan clutched their chests as if they were about to have a stroke. They would ask, “Are you sure.” Actually, I wasn’t. But what the heck. Why not give it a try.
The results are stunning. The splashy rug on the floor adds a bit more pop. I’m so glad I took the risk, which really wasn’t much of a risk.
These thoughts about beige, a state of being that can creep into so many parts of life, reminded me of a quote from Jill Conner Browne, the Sweet Potato Queen. If you’ve not read her books you owe yourself that treat. She nudges readers into a life that’s not beige and a lot more fun. And you’ll learn about “The Promise!” Here’s the quote –
“But maybe your job isn’t all that terrible. Your marriage is not really hideous; it’s just sort of beige. Flat, dull, lifeless – these are not good adjectives when they refer to your hair; they are infinitely worse if they apply to your life. If you are stuck, sweating, on a sandbar in the river of your life, you’ve got to find a way back into those swift, effervescent currents of joy that are your birthright.” Thanks, Jill.
I think I got off the track of wall colors. Sorry.
Loveya – The Grandma