It started with this:
The condition on which I agreed to move into this house was that the kitchen be renovated by August (we moved in June). This picture was taken the following March. Never let it be said that I am an impatient woman.
Next…we went for the
meth lab minimalist look:
Baby steps…baby steps:
And though I am missing a wider view of the kitchen as it is “finished,” This picture shows it in use as it has been for the past seven months. Dishes in the sink, countertop cluttered, but hey! A countertop! And a tiled backsplash! What? Grout? Sorry…you’re breaking up, I can’t hear you.
There’s been one small problem, though. No! Not the untiled grout. Not the missing trim at the baseboards. Not the spots that I have to re-paint. Who are you? Go away, italics! You’re harshing my buzz.
One wall of the kitchen is blank and the space on the floor in front of it has primarily served as a dumping ground for all manner of books, shoes, sports equipment, papers, and random domestic effluvia. A mess. Blech.
When one’s husband is an architect, a flicker of hope is ignited when one sees THIS:
Can’t see it? Let me help
And, at long last, it’s done except for the painting, grouting, installing hardware, finishing baseboard trim. And I love it.
The shoemaker’s children have shoes! And a place to put them!