I write this from our completed kitchen! Well, completed minus a little bit of trim painting...
How did we achieve this huge step forward, you might ask? With the 'worst storm in ten years' brewing outside on Friday night, L. and I made a last minute run to stock up on paint and then commenced a major painting session, ending with our exhausted falling into bed at 2.30 am. It was well worth it, because on Saturday, all we had to do was the second coat of touch-up, wait for it to dry, and then convince the upper cabinets that they really did want to go back on the walls.
This order of events was only slightly interrupted by an early-morning phone call from Barbara-the-Neighbour which informed us that our fence was flapping wildly in the wind. After several thwarted attempts to control the fence (goodbye, ugly flower pot), it was finally secured. The big bonus was that Barbara must have taken pity on our poor cold fingers and brought over a steaming bowl of stew for us later. Glorious!
Even more gloriously, we can now cook our own stew in our most beautiful of kitchens.
Kitchen before (admittedly, not too bad--though the green-blue was much more overwhelming than is shown in the photo):
Kitchen during:
Kitchen now, in all its glory:
And finally, the hotpad that I created months ago from a holey pillow case in anticipation of this, hanging in its rightful place:
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