Holy cow, can we paint. I swear, Reader, the kitchen on that farm looks like a whole new room.
Sometimes painting is simply an excuse to rid the wall of the jello-mold museum. You know the jello molds I’m talking about—the ones shaped like fish. And the plastic turkey platter that hung above that stove since before I ever stepped foot in the place 23 years ago? Good bye, plastic turkey platter. Really, we cleaned the place out. It’s a delicate procedure, though, with aunts and uncles hovering nearby. These are the jello-mold and turkey-platter decorations they’ve resolutely nailed to those walls over the course of a lifetime. I’ll bet I removed a thousand nails.
Not Alice 