the bean...
What a wonderful amazing way to start something new by blasting it apart and taking it "away" and replacing it with things as if the original never existed. It feels so fresh...like the smell of my boys after a good bath with delicious soap.
If we counted correctly, it seems like there are at least 5 layers of something on the kitchen wall. Most notably some powder blue sticky tile that was used like a sticker out of a gumball machine. It was covered by some unknown substance which was covered by a few different kinds of wallpaper, which was finally covered by some thick, thick paint.
It's like a good tree, except some people put all that stuff there instead of the earth growing it, but still. So much like a tree.
This house doesn't seem old though. It just doesn't. It definitely takes ripping the wall down to make a girl realize the age of this thing. It is way beyond using a walker and has totally been catapulted into the ICU. After a few visits to a Midwife, I am sure we can get it back into Labor and Delivery.
I have started thinking about who lived here before us.
Who was it that lived here? Who decided on the taupe (maybe it was yellow once) wallpaper with the cute little guys on it? Who wanted the powder blue? What kind of sink was here before? It makes me not want to take it away or to keep samples of the wallpaper so we have a scrapbook of the house "before" to display in the kitchen of now. I want a record for these people so we can all talk about the "good ole days" when the kitchen was without a dishwasher and had a stove without a hood.
Why do I want a record you ask? Well, I think its because the kitchen deserves it. The progression it will go through deserves to be recognized and commended. It is no easy feat to become new again and we can't have our kitchen running around thinking it is any better than other kitchens in the neighborhood just because we have renovated it. That just wouldn't be fair to those kitchens just waiting for their very own renovation.
Don't worry kitchens, you'll get there.
Showing posts with label rebirth. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rebirth. Show all posts
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Friday, March 26, 2010
Spring Break
I've been fortunate
to have witnessed
springtime awake
... in cities of rebirth
... along shores of Beauty
...and from views of angels.
This year, however, I'll
watch as it presents itself
to the world that lies
...in my own backyard.
There is no better time for renewal than now.
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