In true, Tasha fashion (I say "Tasha" fashion mainly because I'm not sure if this is necessarily just a "Tasha trait" or if it is an innate quality of all girls), I took a quick look at my kitchen and decided, "I don't like it." So what do I do? I strip it bare of all decor and decide we're having a garage sale(and I may have also striped our bedroom as well of some objects in preparation of my *project* next year). And yes, I informed my husband of all of this after the fact. Surprise!