If you don’t see me tomorrow, it’ll be because the VOCs or whatnot in the paint in my kitchen have asphyxiated me. It is so stinky in here despite half the windows being open. Phew.
At least the 1970s wallpaper in the kitchen is — poof! — gone. Thank you, husband!
Next we rip up the harvest-yellow linoleum to see what secrets lie beneath.
