My kitchen is orange. That was the weekend's big accomplishment. And when I say orange, I mean intensely, aggressively, like-the-fruit orange. I think I like it, and when the afternoon sunlight fills up the room and bounces off the walls I find it almost overwhelming.

We have been in the very slow process of painting our apartment, going from renters' white to these really bold, bright, vegetative colors. When it is finally finished (after the holidays), I'm hoping to have a house reading/party to celebrate.