What I did on Friday night...

It's getting closer and closer to the demo on my kitchen and all a sudden I got a bit sad.  Tim knew how I love purple.  I wear purple, I sing purple, I eat and smell purple.  Well, you get the gist of it.  So one of  the first things he did when we bought the house eleven years ago was surprise me with the offer of a purple kitchen.  If the name purple scares you, try to think lilac...anyway he took his time on it (three weeks) cleaning and priming and painting and I loved it.  Here are two pictures that I stitched together to give you a panoramic view...

I'm not the best at photo manipulation, but once again you get the idea...

Over the years we had lots of fun in the kitchen, fixing coffee, dancing Three Stooges and James Brown style on the newly waxed slipperiness of the vinyl flooring. We seldom ate in the kitchen, choosing to chow down in front of big screen in the living room, so the kitchen was always the site for craziness.

We bird watched and deer watched from the kitchen windows and he cooked his first real meal in the purple kitchen. We both were pleased with the purple kitchen and just were never ready to repaint it.

So it was sorta bringing me down that I had to destroy all of this for my kitchen update.  In an effort to way goodbye to the kitchen and have some fun at the same time, I decided to graffiti the cabinets and the wall that are going to be removed...

This is the first thing that I did.  Oddly enough, it felt wrong to write on my walls.  I thought it would be freeing, or something but it really was more of a sad goodbye to start out with.   I didn't stop, though, I had other things to say...

We always talked about blooming where you were planted and were happy to say that we felt like we had.  Tim was a musician and was always touched deeply by the deaths of other musicians.  With that in mind I honored a few of our favorites on this cabinet door.

We prayed in the kitchen many time and were never hesitant to give the Lord credit for all the wonderful things he had done for us.  Some of you may know that hubby was conservative in his political views, so to say that the Lord was praised, but the president was not is a very true statement.  Even though the self imposed stress of politics may have contributed to Tim's early heart attack, we were very happy together...

By the time I got all around the kitchen with my markers, I had cried quite a bit, but I realized that I am still happy.  Happy for the privilege of spending so many years with the man that painted my kitchen. Happy because I am anticipating many more years of joy in my new kitchen.  The years to come will bring new friends to my table and new experiences to my kitchen.  How can you not be grateful for a life like mine.  I have wonderful sisters and good friends and a hopeful positive attitude.

So in closing this post, I have to let you know that I am ready to say goodbye to the purple kitchen.  I realize now that I'm not saying goodbye to the memories of the wonderful things that happened here.  I'm moving forward and looking forward to wonderful things happening in my new kitchen.

Happy Sunday to all.  Stay tuned for more pictures of the remodel.  I'm sure there will be crazy things happening...