I Am A Garbage Picker!

About five or six years ago, we bought our house. I wasn't

so crazy about it at first. The walls were all done in

wood paneling, and I must admit, I felt like I had entered

some sort of a lodge.

We looked at the house a few times before we made

an offer on it. Each time I tried to see the possibilities.

I tried to appreciate the large rooms,

high ceilings, and clever use of space

that the Arts and Crafts era bungalow offered.

Eventually we bought the house, but the

one room I continued to hate was

the kitchen.

Notice the red and white checked floor.
The walls were covered in a cream and brown tile,

and of course paneling.

The weekend I went to Maine,

Jon painted the cupboards a bright red to

match the floors and the Coca Cola

stuff that I had.

It made the room look so much better.

Then he painted the rest of the

kitchen. He covered the tile with a bright

white paint.

He covered the paneling with a robin's egg blue paint.

The room was transformed.

We ordered a bright red sink and some

boomerang patterned Formica.

Our kitchen has become fun.

I've always wanted the kitchen to be warm,

inviting, and groovy. I think we're on our way.

Tonight, while we were eating dinner,

I noticed one of our neighbor's carrying the

above step chair

outside to the curb to throw away.

The blue caught my eye.

I dashed from the dinner table and ran across the street.

It's official, I'm a garbage picker. He let me take the chair.

I cleaned it up, tightened the screws, and voila! Almost

like new.

Now I'm on the hunt for a Formica topped

table from the '50's.

Who knows, maybe someone will throw one out, and

I can make a career of garbage picking!