Our kitchen was boring. At least after we stripped the children’s wallpaper and metallic faux-tile adhesive back-splash. I mean, that was a tad more exciting, but still… the interior design equivalent of a six-year-old’s sticker collection.
For the better part of the last year, we’ve been starting at blank plain cupboards, desperate to do something about it. What is your home supposed to be but a reflection of yourself, if you so wish? I’m so sick of the idea of keeping everything in this chrysalis of beige just in case you decide to sell soon.
So, on Sunday, I thought, “Fuck it,” and dug out what paint I had and went to work.
I still have blue paint under my nails and our kitchen now looks like the interior design equivalent of a scrapbook mom’s sticker collection, but that’s something of an improvement over a six-year-old’s.
Since I’ve been out for a while, I thought I’d recap a few things that have happened in this last year or so of radio silence.
This is the biggest one.*
I have another nephew! He is my third nephew, the second one named Benjamin, and the first borne by my only sister.
He is an adorable mound of cuddliness. His likes include almost all foods, his doting grandparents, and the family dog.
His dislikes include the Art Knapp train and taking long walks on the beach. This last one I’m assuming. He’s new to this strutting thing and is thus a little wobbly. He can barely handle carpet. I’m sure sand would be right out.
Anyway, I love all my nephews to bits and if anyone in this world was marked for “Kooky Aunt” status, then hoo boy was it ever me.
*If I don’t say that, somehow it will scar him for life. Don’t ask me how, but the poor kiddo’s got a lot of future grief coming his way from the direction of Auntie Ashleigh. I’m going to throw him this bone.