A couple of weeks ago I went down to Gearhart, Oregon for my beloved friend Chris’s 50th birthday party. This was a hot damn fun party, i.e. dancing like crazed teenagers doing the African Anteater Dance to Peter Frampton (yes, you can dance to “Do You Feel Like We Do”) and eating (no surprise as Chris is a chef) fantastic Mexican fare.
Then there was the house that Chris rented for the party. Probably circa early 1900′s, shingled and properly weathered, looking like what a beach house should look like. It sits plopped smack dab in the middle of Gin Ridge—origin of name obvious. The inside is littered with family mementos and trinkets that all had an intriguing providence. But the highlight of this house was the dining room. It was a ’40s fantasy of pink. I kept up looking for my Grandmother Leona to step out of the kitchen with a dish of German sausage and some lemon bars.
This room made me goofy happy. Of course the gorgeous birthday cake acting as the ultimate pink dining room accessory helped a bit.
It looks like a dream play kitchen!
i agree with most of what you say