Hello! I am Alina's kitchen. Until recently, I had dorm-room colored creamy-white walls. I was not very pretty to look at. In fact, I was downright ugly. I had smoke stains from the previous renter's cooking experiences gone bad. I had unsightly holes and greasy grime to adorn my lifeless color. That is, until I decided to have a face lift, courtesy of Treavor, Alina's hero-husband. Nice to meet you. I look a little different these days.
What color am I now?
(move over, kitchen, Alina has returned)...
To celebrate Thai Mother's Day, Treavor took me paint shopping so we could attack the kitchen with color. Wait, did I say, we? Oh, I meant, HE attacked it with color. I mainly watched and commented wisely about an assortment of things. The fact is, really, Treavor painted the kitchen. I am merely the color-picker...and, frankly, the one who will be working IN the kitchen for quite some time hereafter. So - it was a joint effort...of sorts.
I am no where to be found in these pictures. And not just because I was the one taking them...ahem...Treavor did it all. Thanks, honey!
What a stud. Did you know he used to be a professional painter? It is true. Just sayin'.
Up close shot of this green. Steph and I were trying to figure out what to call it. Avocado? No. Lime? No. The best I could come up with was "Martha Stewart Green." Agree?
Where there used to be smoke stains...
There is beauty!
I love my new kitchen.
It is amazing what happens when you combine a twelve-dollar can of paint and a super-hero. Wonderful things.