It began with a basic bedroom.
It morphed into a bedroom with a paint job (Sherwin Williams paint, some patience with some paint tape, and learning that measuring for stripes after a vicodin and while pissed at the best friend/not the boyfriend isn’t always a first try success.) Window coverings from JCPenney and are on every window in the house.
It further morphed into me putting down the entire hardwood floor with a little assistance from my 4 year old partner in crime.
And I will now work on cleaning my closet while singing I am Woman Hear me ROAR.
My kitchen is ticking along. Currently in a state of disaster, but I know it will come together. I’m fully taking advantage of not actually having to live in this smaller home yet, I like having my little hobby home, so to speak.
I am picturing how this kitchen will come together. White cabinets, laminate floors, the antique wood table from my family – with all the extra leaves in it, to make room for the family and the heathens’ friends.
I see cabinets and drawers not overflowing with stuff I don’t need. I have this ideal of not bringing anything into the house I don’t love.
I yanked out the pantry I didn’t like (too deep, shelves were already warped, took up more room than I was happy with) and instantly opened the feel of the kitchen. Someday there will be a built in butcher block desk area to match my someday butcher block countertops.
I see this workplace as taking the place of an entire office room. Taking advantage of a corner of my world in this smaller home.
I see a pantry cabinet full of ingredients to help nourish us and keep us healthy. Or more to the point, get us healthy again. The dude and I are trending toward truly fat, I’d rather cook for us, but man things in wrappers covered in cheese are yummy.
I could work on this kitchen forever, but I already have the sense of when this first stage will be “done”, when I find my “enough” and will have the heart of this smaller home beating and ready to let me branch out into the rooms.
My new kitchen.
The previous owner was a 98 year old man. I don’t think the cabinets were ever touched. So they are in perfect shape. However, I have never liked cheap ass, slightly rough oak cabinets with gold hardware. I love the condition of them, but they are going to get some paint on ’em.
Note the tiny white fridge, off-white range and black dishwasher. I should have a hook-up to swap that range and dishwasher for some white – but that is in a holding pattern till the 3rd.
The floor is rolled out faux linoleum in the actual kitchen part and old man smelling gray carpet in the dining area. All that needs to go as well. Buh-bye fugly!
I’m sure we can find a better way to light up the joint – I have no clues about what that’s going to be yet, but together we will figure that out!