This was the kitchen before. Except that wall looks yellow, and it was dingy yellow-tan. And those cupboards were WAY off white. And that hardware. Grandma hardware, right? And the shelf above the stove? And the little gingerbread type trim up top? Yuck.
And the brown pantry door. And you can see there is more gingerbread trim above the sink. Very, very drab.
Here is my new kitchen. The yellow is slightly brighter than the closest wall color, but not as dark as it looks back in the corner. And please excuse the dishes in the sink and the watermelon in the corner. Don't we just love the white window trim? And the white chairs from my little dinette set that I thought I would certainly be leaving in Toledo?This is the best part. Look at that overhead microwave. And those knobs and bin pulls. And that white pantry door. I love my kitchen! Love it, love it, love it. It's looked like this for a month now (of course I haven't posted any pictures), and I still love it.
And now for the craziest thing. John was washing the siding on the front of the house, and reaching behind the shutters to clear out some twigs, leaves, and other debris, when this little guy hopped out to land on the mulch.
A frog!! I don't do frogs. I think I discussed this once at book club. I DO NOT DO FROGS. I'm so glad it was John that encountered a frog behind the shutters and not me. The thought gives me the willies. What on earth was he doing behind the shutters? How did he get there? Do you think he can jump four feet in the air? I'm shuddering just thinking about it.