It was the end of last week, I guess, when I started to feel a little sniffle-y. Nothing major. I just assumed it was allergies and went on about my business, mainly because I had no time to be sick and couldn’t be bothered to entertain notions of colds and sinus infections and whatnot.
So Saturday I spent most of the day finishing our kitchen cabinets (which, for the record, I started painting approximately four months ago). I initially started painting them an apple green color, but about three cabinet doors into the process, I knew that the apple green was going to be a mistake.
That’s the previous color on the left. So the apple green offered a bit of contrast. Which is sort of like saying that neon pink is a tiny bit more bold than beige.
After a considerable amount of time on the Pinterest, I decided that I really wanted more of a gray-blue color on my cabinet doors. I picked a Benjamin Moore color called Wythe Blue, and I knew the second that I put it on the doors that it was perfect. Exactly what I was looking and hoping for.
The problem, of course, was that I only got a little ways into the re-painting process when I had to go to Nashville for a few days, and after that trip I totally lost my mojo. Which is why my cabinets looked like this for weeks and weeks and weeks.
Klassy, don’t you think?
The absence of hardware was super-convenient, too.
It was one of those things that I completely quit noticing after the first couple of weeks, so I know that all our repair people – and we have had more than our fair share lately – must have wondered what in the world I was going for in terms of my vision for our kitchen. Finally, though, I started painting again a couple of weekends ago, and I really am so happy with how it turned out. Especially since we bought some new hardware this time around.
(The flash sort of blew out the color on that last picture, but you get the idea about the hardware and all that.)
In a way I’m glad that I lived with the kitchen looking like a kindergarten craft room for a few months. Because now, of course, I think it’s the biggest improvement ever.
And just ignore that yellow vase on top of the refrigerator, by the way. It doesn’t really go there, but I didn’t know what to do with it, so I left it there, only now I’m regretting that decision.
After watching the most exciting Saturday night ever in the history of college football (seriously, Baylor – that was something else), I woke up Sunday morning and noticed that I seemed to be on the road to a full-blown head cold, but I tried not to think about it because we had some friends coming in town. I have been threatening to cook a big ole Southern supper for my friend Heather for about five years, and the timing finally worked out for her and her kids to drive over and spend the night. We started off with cream cheese smothered in the praline mustard sauce that I mentioned last week, then moved to country fried steak and gravy, cheese grits, butterbeans, cabbage, and rolls, then finished with homemade chocolate pie. It was one of those meals where I should have put up a sign that said, “WARNING: In addition to carbs, we will also be eating carbs,” but we survived. It was so much fun.
But around 3 this morning I knew that the head cold was going to be something more along the lines of a severe bronchial ailment, mainly because I woke up with cough that grabbed a hold of my lungs and screamed “IT’S TIME TO WAKE UP NOW!!!!” while it continued to chain-smoke Marlboro Reds. By mid-morning it had simmered down a little bit, and that was very fortunate because Heather cooked breakfast and OH, IT WAS DELICIOUS.
Strangely enough we didn’t eat a lot of breakfast tacos when I was growing up in Mississippi, and I don’t really do a whole lot of cooking with chorizo sausage. But oh my goodness – those breakfast tacos were a revelation. So simple and tasty and hearty and good.
Heather and her crew headed back home early this afternoon, and not too long after they left, I was smack-dab in the middle of a coughing fit when D looked at me and said, “I think it might do you some good to go ahead and get in the bed.” So that is exactly what I did. Well, technically I got on the couch, but I have been here for about four hours now, and I think I’ll probably spend tomorrow here, too. I have some medicine, I have some Mentholatum, and I have the cutest box of Kleenex that you ever did see.
So see? I’ll be totally fine.
Plus, I have episodes of Scandal and Revenge on the DVR. I’M IN BUSINESS.
Happy Thanksgiving, everybody!