My interior designer self

In my next life I will work with design and color and not words.  Maybe I shouldn't wait for the next life.  This is one of my all time favorite creations: this corner of my kitchen on Prince Edward Island.  The cupboards were all a terrible dark brown, much too dark for someone like me, a greedy light hog.  The walls were yellow like pee.  A terrible yellow.  We painted everything white and added stars and enamel pots and pans and a checker board from the Folk Art Museum and a cow sculpture from one of the island artists.  There is a black chest that anchors the room on the right and above it are black and white photos of my Dutch ancestry and some kind of boat gauge that looks like a clock and STUFF.  All of it good stuff.  We took down the immense and ugly fan and put up those hanging lights (eight dollars a piece from Ikea).

Out of that window was a wide open field of hay surrounded by trees, and mid-summer, someone came to cut the hay and roll it into bales to dot the landscape and catch the evening's magic golden light.  Down the road  a mile was Blooming Point Beach which went on forever.

I think the reason I like to move so much is that each house, each apartment is like a canvas to create a personal space.  Now I'm going  through this house room by room.  I've painted five doors this week.  It's a project that should last many years.

Seeing my PEI kitchen again has made me completely happy.