Рецепт It all started with a broken fingernail…
Since the middle of January, I have been seriously involved in the planning and implementation of a kitchen makeover. I’ve finally got the “new” room finished to the point that I am willing to share it
It all started on a Wednesday afternoon in early January, while doing my big cook for the boss. I stuck my fingertips into the groove under the cabinet above my microwave to pop it open… And snapped the fingernail of my middle finger on my left hand, way down where a nail should NEVER be snapped (because holy sweet mother of God, it hurts). I should make mention of the fact that this was the third nail I had broken this way in 2 weeks.
That was it. I knew I would be receiving a settlement soon and had planned on putting laminate flooring down, but the broken fingernail was the final straw.
I never thought I would be the type to play with cabinet knobs and pulls, feeling the weight of each in my hand, testing smoothness. But I did. For weeks. Until I finally found some I really liked that were not priced over the moon. I found me one of those handy-dandy guides to assist in perfect placement of each knob and pull (not that it played out that way-perfect, I mean).
After I had those on, I looked around my kitchen. Stainless steel KitchenAid appliances…with a white range hood. Yick. So added to the plan with the laminate was a new range hood. Then I started thinking about sinks. And faucets. Being the good displaced Wisconsinite that I am, I naturally chose a Kohler sink and faucet – in stainless steel.
Let’s just say that I ended up going a bit more…shall we say OVERBOARD?…than I had intended. But I can’t tell you how much a pleasure it is to cook, sit, play with a hairdropper…in a kitchen that actually looks put together. I haven’t had that since I was still living with the parental figures. I kept my valances and drapes because (1) I like daisies and (2) Mommy made them for me (LOL).
I should also probably tell you, as I did The Man, that if I. EVER. MENTION. REDOING. ANOTHER. ROOM. IN. THE. NEXT. FIVE. YEARS. SOMEONE. SLAP. ME. UP.
Except hard-plumbing the dishwasher, replacing the sink/faucet/range hood, and laying the floor, I did everything myself (with the occasional assistance of 2 friends-thanks to “2 chicks with a chainsaw” [they know who they are]).
So here’s the before. I lived with this exact placement (except the countertop stuff because I was always moving that shit around to compensate for hating my cooking space) for the last five years. The first shot is of the kitchen, taken from behind the dining room table. The second is the dining room, taken from the back door.
It’s amazing what a slightly different shade of color can do. And some other shit, too. I really, really, really wanted to get two of the blue ostrich 20×72 Gel Pro mats, but I ran out of money. So I’m stuck with two cheapie rinky-dink foam jobs from Walmart.
The unveiling:
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