This is why I’ve been quiet the past few days. I had to remove everything from my kitchen this weekend, because it’s RENOVATION TIME! Yes, I am living without a kitchen, probably through the holidays. Luckily we’re pretty low key and no one expects me to actually cook anything.
My house was built in the 40’s and has been in my family since the mid-50’s; I moved in about 3 years ago. It needed some updating, but most of it so far has either been outside or stuff we did before I even moved in – nothing so extensive as this.
My father pretty much grew up here, so between us we have a pretty good memory of the kitchen decor. The kitchen as-it-was before Monday was a 70’s renovation. It wasn’t pretty, but it was perfectly functional. I miss functional, but it’s going to be worth it… Right? (Oh, if only I had a bigger bathroom! Or just a bigger bathroom sink, because washing dishes is… a production.)
The floor – mostly covered with cardboard now – is brand new, because the original plan was to just refurbish the existing cabinets. (Ha ha.) The wallpaper in the link was 90’s replacement, covering a 70’s yellow/orange flower one that I remember from my childhood. (It wasn’t quite as cracky as what was in the bathroom, but same sort of thing… My grandmother had, um, interesting taste.) There were five layers of wallpaper on those walls: 90’s flowers, 70’s flowers, something ivy, something pink with (more) flowers, and a really cute 50’s teapot thing that’s so delightfully 50’s I really wish it had never been covered up.
According to my father the kitchen was green when they moved in, and you can see a dull olive under some of the yellow. And then, of course, the pink. The eye searing, Pepto Bismo pink. The past is a weird, weird place.
I took most of those pics Monday night – the electrical stuff has all been redone since, and the drywall/plaster guy is coming tomorrow. The cabinets will be in on Monday, and the countertops? No idea, but almost certainly not until January. Thanks, holidays. (I will have one bitty piece of counter until then – the tiny bit of butcher block that you can just barely see between the fridge and the stove is going to be sanded and reused.)
Of course I’ve got a good idea of where we’re going with this, but… More later. Not pink, though.