Really, really red. Really.

The kitchen is now Roasted Pepper. It looks gorgeous. More than that, it looks like a room instead of a collection of space and objects that happened to be next to each other. And we haven't even rehung the artwork yet; Mom'll come by tomorrow to do a third coat on some of the places where finer brushwork was needed so coverage was more difficult.

From dealing with the walls close up, Mom thinks she knows what happened: some previous owner took off a set of wallpaper, washed off the paste, and just left the walls with the contractor's initial flat white paint, previously papered over. Ew. Our way is not very sportsmanlike much better.