When we moved in the kitchen looked like this:
Oh, and no, that is not wallpaper. It is hand painted stripes and argyle...vomit and double vomit. Let's not even discuss the nasty wood molding. Can you say hunting lodge anyone?
You might be wondering why we would choose a place where I hated everything but the appliances. Well, let's just say that in our price range it was either full-blown meth house, or a little elbow grease-and besides, it really was nice (I just threw up in my mouth while saying that) but just not for me. Sorry if any of you fall in love with the before pictures.
Even though we painted the walls and molding before we actually moved in, the cabinets still needed to be done. Once the busy walls were taken care of, the yellow cream cabinets with a really sad attempt at a brown glaze didn't bother me as much. I think it is safe to say that most of that probably had to do with the fact that the very idea of picking up a paint brush made me want to puke. Lately Sean has been maxing out on overtime on top of doing his internship at the Alzheimer's Association. We already had the primer and paint left over from painting the molding. Add those 2 together: bored wife + "free" supplies and you get =
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| Step Four: Admit defeat. Just kidding!!!! Decide what doors need to be replaced first (medicine cabinet, silverware drawer etc.) and start priming and painting those babies! |
I will say that everything looks so much better already! The wall color I chose looks so much nicer than before. Although in these pictures it looks quite boring, but it is a nice dreamy blue. I've primed the front side of the doors for the bottom, and tomorrow I will turn them over and prime the back side. Then Monday I will paint one side...you get the picture? It is such a process, but I've already decided that it is so worth it. Not only does it look better already, but it keeps my mind off the fact that I virtually have no husband to speak of.
The kids are also loving it. I already mentioned that Logan is having a blast with the doors off, but they also think I'm pretty much the coolest mom ever because we eat every meal on the family room floor (on our picnic blanket). Every meal is a picnic! I am so over it, but I will admit that their excitement makes me a little excited about the change of pace as well.
Obviously it isn't finished yet, but I am really loving the results so far! I need your help because I have a couple of questions about the kitchen design aspects, but I will save that for another post.
