Back in Black, er, Blue

Two years ago, when Woody and I started working on the house, we made it our mission to vanquish as many of the truly awful color choices made by the former residents of poor embattled 517 as possible with flat white paint. This has been/is an uphill battle. For while these folks were not fastidious in their cleaning habits, they could find nooks and crannies to paint that you didn't think existed (Primary blue on the baseboards? Really?). In fact, I am now convinced that these guys commuted to work in Vegas from B'ton:

Except, maybe not, since if they lived here their irises and pupils would be blue as well. (Incidentally, if you haven't seen the sadly canceled Arrested Development's take on the Blue Man Group, you should. Check it out here.)

Ironically enough, we went from blue....to blue in the dining room. Remember this horribleness?


(The wall color, folks, I'm talking about the wall color, not the chick in the shrunken fleece zip-up.) We've gone from Cookie Monster blue to a blue with a less manic/bingey vibe:


We extended the nice slate blue from the kitchen into the dining room. (It will go up on the left wall as well once some finish drywall work is done.) A view of the windows onto the street:


The only remaining spots of Cookie Monster blue cling to the hutch and the backs of the French doors...but their days are numbered.


In other high gloss news, Woody has finished painting all of the cabinets in the stove surround!


The whole effect is much more regal and grand than, well, us. But as soon as one of you compliments us on our kitchen (and you will...), we plan to brush it off with a "What? This old thing?" and act as if we had always had more than a hotplate and coffee maker indoors.