Over the winter, we finally made the decision that it was time to move. It took a while to for me to accept the idea of leaving this house, our first home. But even more difficult was getting used to the idea of leaving our garden (i'm still not there yet) — i wish we could just lift it up and take it with us.
In preparation for putting our house on the market, we thought it would be a good idea to re-do our tiny kitchen. Why we didn't do this when we first moved in is a question i've asked myself over and over (and over)! So Pete and i set to work and tore out all the cabinets and countertops. We could not believe our eyes when we pulled the base cabinets away from the wall and discovered that this kitchen has always wanted to be yellow. Not just any yellow, this yellow. Crisp Ginger Ale.
The color above the tiles is what i painted two years ago. The color below is a perfect match, but painted many years ago...perhaps even as long ago as the 40's. I've probably painted the kitchen 6 or 7 times since we moved in. It's been white, two shades of orange, blue, pea green, and olive oil green. None of them felt quite right and didn't last very long. But then i finally settled on this particular yellow that was warm and buttery and it glowed in the morning sun which made me happy. I guess it made the previous owner happy too?
Which brings me to another funny thing about this house. It obviously had some plans in store for us because when we moved in, the only thing that was left in the basement was this:
(cue Twilight Zone theme song) Does anyone know what era this is from? Model? It sews like a dream!
Ok, back to packing (ugh).