Sunday morning at the rental house: the kitchen is looking bare! This cabinet was our only space for all our plates, glasses, coffee cups, china & platters for the past 3 years.
The most painstaking part of the whole process was wrapping each piece carefully & arranging the boxes. What a nightmare it would be to have to replace this stuff.
Meanwhile, at the new house:
As part of my open kitchen storage dreams, my husband removed the back of these cabinets and we'll be leaving them open. Our coffee cups and glasses will be visible & easily accessible, and I think the glass & white pieces will look nice.
This is your last chance to see sea foam green on our walls!
It looks blue with the green walls and blue tape, but it's actually gray. Those built-in shelves on the bottom left are now the same color as the wall. I'd considered painting then white to match the trim & fireplace, but decided against it.
Happy moment in between arguments. There is nothing like renovating a house for couples' therapy.
Husband is very proud of the progress. Pretend the refrigerator isn't in the middle of the dining room; we just finished tiling the kitchen.
While Husband worked a 12 hour day on Saturday, I made a little field trip to the local Sherwin-Williams and picked up a bucket of their Nomadic Desert for the den. It's actually a taupe-ish gray, but looks green through my phone's camera.
It was so refreshing to see something besides primer on those walls. The number one stressor for me in this whole thing hasn't been the amount of work, or the short timeline--it's been committing to paint colors! How ridiculous it sounds.. but those choices are the ones keeping me up at night.
Instead of going to work at the house before worship, I snuggled up with leftover grits and treated myself to a rerun of Gossip Girl and the newest Grey's Anatomy. It's so nice to wake up early accidentally!
We've enjoyed the most beautiful spring I've ever experienced since moving to the south. Mid-70s through early afternoon, cooling down to the 60s and 50s at night. Even my paint brushes wanted to be outside.
My 3rd grade art teacher once corrected me for drawing a sun in the corner of a picture, saying there was no picture ever taken that had the sun partially peeking out of the corner. Well, Ms. N, I'm a photography pioneer. It was such a beautiful day to work!
Back indoors, we had to putty up a few significant holes. Husband had to handle this one.
The color we used in the breakfast/dining area is Valspar's Azure Jazz. I was so afraid of this color.. but I also loved it, so onto the wall it went.
K, my friend & down-the-street neighbor, helped with the walls..
.. while our friend A painted trim and the fireplace!
How amazing it feels to have made progress we can see, instead of just sanding, priming, pulling up nails, etc. I know all those parts matter, but after 2 weeks I was so happy to see such a big difference!
Sometimes remodeling a house isn't very glamorous. Sometimes you have tedious tasks that don't reward you with a beautiful, obvious result, such as puttying up holes from the original owner's 60 years of picture hanging.
I got so frustrated with pulling nails and staples and puttying up holes that I just had to do something that would reward me visually--so I painted all the trim in the living room and breakfast nook. Please pardon the mint green walls; they will not be staying long.
Here is the breakfast nook, sans the grass/human hair wallpaper. The trim is beige and the wall is freshly sanded.
Why yes, that does appear to be lead paint powdered all over my arm.
Even before the real paint comes out, the room looks much nicer with the trim & bead board primed.
Meanwhile, Husband steadily worked to prep the mud room for tile.
More pictures to come from Day 15 (hint: real paint!)
Day 5 was more tedium.. so much so that I didn't take any pictures. More nail, staple, & linoleum removal. I've never ever seen so many staples and I hope we never do again. Husband took up all the ruined hardwood in the kitchen, which was quite impressive. Jenny & I both tried to pry up one board with the crowbar he left, and we were not even remotely successful. Refer back to Day 2; this is a great reason to marry a big, strong man!
On the 6th day we saw the mess we created, and felt it wasn't so good. So we decided to hold off on demolition and primed a couple of walls at the end of our long day. There are no lights in the dining room, so we brought my $1 Salvation Army find from the rental house.