High Tone

I've wanted to paint my kitchen for the past 4 years. It wasn't until my daughter Gwen came to visit, that I had the help to get the job done. I was counting on her substantial height to reach up into the corners of the 10 foot ceiling. You see, I'll never be getting up on a high ladder ever again in my life after the compound fracture of March 2004. So, it was with her long arms that we got the job done.

The color is overwhelming. The lady next door has it in her kitchen and I thought it looked great. Now that it's on my walls, I feel as though I'm living in a room full of granny smith apples. My color barometer is way out of whack. I'm trying to find the right combination of colors to go along with it. It's very modern. My style sense doesn't lean in that direction.

Trying to find the right window covering was the next challenge. I dragged out all of my curtains of past windows, that hung in past houses, but nothing seemed to fit. Eighty-six year old Mother Dear, spoke her piece, declaring the salmon toile was too "high tone" for that window.

In my family, curtains have always been important. Shopping for new curtains was almost as fulfilling as shopping for new shoes. Off I went to the bargain store on Main Street, parked right at the front door and found a cute little pair of white cafe curtains, imbellished with the appropriate colors and design. All for under $10. You can see, I'm living in town which has been forgotten by time. More about that another time. It's time to walk the dog.