OK, so I was going for more of a terracotta feel. But I can live with lobster bisque. Once the new counter tops are installed, it will all come together better (like it does in my head). The floors are a whole other issue. Even though the linoleum pattern was picked "to hide the dirt," it is just plain ugly and from an altogether different decade.
The mirror was a gift to my mom from my father's sister and brother-in-law. I have always like it, and so I rehung it after painting in virtually the same spot that it has hung for the last twenty-five years, sandwiched between the dining room window and the backdoor (which still needs to be repainted).
At some point, I have been meaning to blog about making a home in a house that has previously played a role in your life. In my case, that would include two grandparental homes and now the home from my youth. But I will leave that for another day.
My mouse hand is already quite chilled.