This is J's new kitchen in France. It took some doing, because everything in the house is made of stone, but here it is. The stove alone was a three-day wonder in the village.
I will relate the actual names of the colors no one seems to want me to paint their bedroom after the Mack Attack wakes up and I can get in there.
He just woke up.
1) Peanut shell
2) Woodstock Tan
3) Mudslide(!)
4) Beach House Beige
5) Copper Mountain
At the moment, Wolfen and the Cub are voting for 1 and I am wavering between 1 and 4. Thanks to all of you who advised me to paint the walls blue, maroon, red—anything but brown.
1 comment:
alright,...lets use those in a sentence.
In a moment of whimsy we fled the the beach house for the copper mountains of woodstock, throwing back the last of the mudslides and littering the floor of the old Buick with peanut shells as we sang along to the radio at the top of our lungs.
your turn.
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