So, after what seems like forever, I finally write to you from my yellow living room, which looks over my pink kitchen.
That's right, my kitchen is pink. We finally got around to painting, and we chose a palette that is evocative of the films of the French New Wave, specifically "The Umbrellas of Cherbourg." Here are some stills from the film so you can see what I mean:
So the living room is a bright sunshine yellow, the kitchen is pink and the bedroom is going to be a bright olive (a color which is, incongrously, called "Punk Rock.") It looks awesome, I can't wait to get my pink Kitchen-Aid blender to match the kitchen (they make a pink stand mixer too, but I'd feel dumb replacing the white one I got for free with a pink one, just so they match-- those things cost almost $300). We still have some shelving to purchase so that all our media is properly displayed, and we took down the ugly blinds that were in the living room to replace them with curtains.
Also, Mr. Puerco and I have been going to the gym and eating well pretty diligently so hopefully by his birthday party (which is mid-October) we'll be a little less chubby in a little bit nicer apartment.
note: I wrote a longer, more detailed, much more entertaining post. Then my computer turned off. I spent 45 minutes on that post. This was all I could muster in its place. I am peeved.
*puerco*
