I painted the kitchen. I painted it blue.
Several weeks and several stacks of paint chips and I ended up at blue. My kitchen duck is happy. He feels right at home in his new kitchen. A little extra camouflage never hurt a duck.
So what? You say. Well, I say, this is a big deal. Huge, in fact. 2 weeks. 2 weeks agonizing over the right colour, the right shade. Consumed I tell ya. My husband ran away and hid when I pulled out the paint chips. I had paint chips from Home Depot, Lowes, Home Hardware – because, you never know who will have just the right colour.
I interrogated everyone who walked into our home. Including his golf buddies.
In the end I walked into the hardware store with a chip that matched the greenish cabinet I purchased on a whim last year and said, “Help me.” That greenish cabinet being THE reason I NEEDED to paint in the first place. Sure, I’ve made colour mistakes before (yes, I’m fairly confident my indecision has something to do with these errors) but I’ve learned to live with them. But the green cabinet just did not work in my chocolate-brown kitchen. Hence, the redo.
I hate painting. Which means, no matter what I chose I would have to live with it for several years before I summoned the energy (courage) to try again. Ironically, I love colour, and I refuse to go beige. Beige feels like a cop-out. Beige is what you paint the walls when you don’t know what else to do.
If only I liked beige, it would be so much easier.
The point of all this rambling? I haven’t been cooking in my kitchen while it was under construction. Actually, even during the two weeks while I contemplated colours, I didn’t do anything other than stare at the walls. The most I managed was a slower-cooker soup on the weekend while the doors were drying.
But don’t be fooled, this is the best black bean soup I’ve ever made. Hands down. Paint on my fingers or no. This soup is fragrant and flavour packed. Chipotle and orange are magic together. Warning, the chipotle is rather spicy. This was much too spicy for the kids.