So, my kitchen is totally giving yardwork a run for it’s money in the competition to be the worst, most inconvenient, most difficult, and most un-fun part of the renovation. It isn’t that I don’t LOVE kitchens. It’s that I HATE not having a kitchen for an extended time period. You may wonder if all this work is totally necessary. To that I say, let me refresh your memory: before. I can’t even work with this. So, since the “parchment scroll” look is no longer fashionable (never was), we peeled, pulled, pried, scraped, and scratched all of the terrible wallpaper from all surfaces. Then we worked on the cabinetry, removing the weird upper + lower cabinets from the eating area and re-configuring the lowers into a peninsula / work area. I would have loved an island, but the room was a little too skinny. This works better. Other than the floors & walls of my antique house being slightly wonky, this went on without much of a hitch.
Then my sink delivered. It sat in the living room floor for about 5 days. In order to do the final counter top measurements, the sink has to be installed, so the next Saturday my husband thought he’d pop it in. We were also tired of tripping over it in the middle of the living room floor.
What started out as only a slightly-ambitious DIY project became this:
So the sink is in, but in order to make it happen, we had to pull out the counter top, which was attached to the back-splash, which was also attached to the upper cabinets and the plaster walls. Oh well, it was all going anyway. It just ended up going sooner rather than later.
As you can imagine from this picture, this was a tough day. Without running water, we had resorted to alcohol. And so here we are. More to come…