For 10 years, our kitchen here on the Ponderosa has been a pale yellow. Two weeks ago, "Mr. Cartwright" and I decided to be a little risky.
Both of the boys were gone (or asleep) during this painting session.
When they saw our beautiful job, they pronounced, "We now officially live in a "black" house!" (No offense to those of you who are African American. My boys are too. They are always making these kind of comments.) (And while we are on this subject, my daughter has dubbed me the toasted marshmallow of the group due to my fun at the pool taking in the sun.)
I happen to love the color.