My Kitchen

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I finished painting my kitchen yesterday! No that it's up, I think the Behr Banana Creme is too yellow, and not enough creme. I hate how it looks against the Robin's egg blue countertops, but I hate the countertops too! (They were installed by the previous owner, and I'll replace them with granite as soon as I can.) I will probably re-paint the kitchen with a creamier color in the fall. 

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