I still love my red mixer. But one thing led to another, and before I knew it ALL my countertop appliances were red. You think I'm exaggerating. I am not. We have a red teapot:
A red crockpot:
A red George Foreman grill, a red rice cooker, a red food processor, red dishtowels, red oven mitts, red red red everywhere you look. The two hanging lights in our galley kitchen are red:
And we didn't even buy them! They came with the goddamn house! All the red wasn't so bad in our old apartment, but when we moved here, I decided to embrace it and paint the breakfast eating area at the end of our kitchen red:
And the day it was done I was already so sick of it I wanted to vomit every time I walked into the kitchen. Which is a great diet plan, but not so great for one's quality of life. Although it is a lovely background for the very expensive, very ugly, very big, and very broken clock that hangs on one wall:
The light that hangs over the table is, mercifully, not red. It's copper, and old, and pretty cool, actually:
But it's not going to fit in with my vision for the not-red kitchen, and will therefore have to leave. I think we'll take it out to my mom's. And soon. Because it's time for a change.
Now that we've been here for two and half years, and I've started this fledgling business helping other people NOT want to vomit at the sight of their own homes, I have realized it is long past time to do something about the red kitchen.
But as you know, Ted is
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Because with a little luck and some physical exertion, in two days it's going to be a very different place. At least I really, really hope so.