A long time ago, Steve and I lived in an efficiency apartment in Dinky Town. It had a very small kitchen with yellow walls and one of those old wooden cabinets for our food and dishes - a hoosier.
Anyway, I decided it needed a little redecorating. It was Pat and Aunt Liz who came to my rescue. I bought red brick contact paper and with their help, we put it on the lower half of the walls. Part way through the process, Pat announced she was in labor! Did they leave? No, they continued to work on the walls - until the job was done. I was so concerned that Pat would have the baby in our kitchen, but I was wrong. This is the way I remember it. What do you think, Pat?