First off, let me apologize. I fully intended to take true ‘before’ pictures but I wanted to tidy up before snapping pics so you wouldn’t think the worst of me. Between laziness and distraction, I never quite got around to it. Let’s just pretend that any messiness is entirely due to the chaos of packing as well as ripping the cabinets from the walls.
Since I failed you on the before pics, let me paint you a picture: the kitchen is a narrow U-shape. As you stand in the living room looking down the length of the kitchen, the sink is directly opposite; that’s the base of the U. The big sliding glass door, our main entry, is to the right, as is the main work area (a butcher block shelf) and the stove. On the left is the closet/pantry and entry to the basement are on your left. Along that same wall are the refrigerator and a few cabinets and shelves. The only counter space is on either side of the sink.
I’m going to be honest with you. Our kitchen is a bit of a shambles. We were well aware of that when we bought the house, but there was always the intention to someday, some way, make improvements. Alas, neither Don nor I are particularly handy when it comes to home repair. Or carpentry. Or any sort of work that doesn’t involve a crowbar and a rubber mallet. He’s better than I am, but still... when at long last we were to make repairs to the kitchen, I wanted it to look as if it were done by a professional. Lucky for us, we know one. My brother-in-law is a contractor and carpenter. Having seen the work he did on his own house, we’re more than delighted he’s agreed to take on this job. Sadly, he’s only available because the job market is a swirling mass of suck right now. We’ve refused any kind of family discount. Seriously, if we weren’t paying him full price, it’d be someone else, so why quibble?
*side note* Speaking of job markets and suck, I confess I feel a bit strange talking about this renovation. I know people are struggling and here I am going on about new cabinets and sheet rock and knobs. heh. ‘knobs.’ Don’s done a heap of freelance work in the past few months. We decided to invest that income in the house, and one of the best things you can do, apparently, is put your money into improving the kitchen. I just want you to know I’m not being profligate, I’m not gloating, and I’m not looking to make anyone feel uncomfortable or unhappy. I just want to record and/or share the process of turning a tiny, dark and horrid kitchen into a tiny, bright and smart kitchen. </end-middle-child-moment>
The problems with the kitchen were many. The backsplash was a particular eyesore. At one point it had been covered with ugly tile. The previous owner chipped the tile away, leaving cement and exposed metal bars and a hole where a stovepipe once went through the wall. It wasn’t a hazard, but it was seriously ugly.
The floor is plain but serviceable. Whoever laid the tile (I have a guess) set it on top of the existing wood floor, so it’s raised a good inch above the adjoining rooms.
The ceiling is another matter entirely. The previous owner made the decision to cover the old, stained sheet rock with unfinished wainscot. It was charming at first glance, and, indeed, for a couple of years after. After that, it grew oppressive, lowering an already low ceiling and darkening the main living space. The moldings were tacked on haphazardly. Everything was crooked.
And oh, the cabinets. Crooked. Painted but eternally greasy (due, in large part, to no hood over the stove). One set is so close to the stove it won’t open properly. Also, No. Freakin’. Counterspace.
And it’s wee, our kitchen. Narrow and wee. There’s not much we can do about that, but as to the rest? Well, let’s hope this turns out well.
Don had already begun removing the wainscoting before I thought to take a picture.
Would it have been really mean of me to turn the fan on at this point?
Removed the blades, did you? You win this round, barleymash. By the way, nice butt.
That's right. I'm talking to you.
So. Much. Wood.
Please pardon the screen door. I was far too lazy to step outside to take the shot.
Here's some of what we found underneath the wainscoting. First, a hole, plugged with a rag:
Another hole someone didn't bother to plug:
The Ghost of Wallpaper Past:
There was also a length of acoustic tile, but the picture was so blurry it wasn't worth posting. Here's where we tore down the first cabinet. Note the cruddy painted surface vs. the dark, stained surface. That's what we call lose/lose.
And now - brace yourselves - the lack-of-backsplash:
The spice rack hanging on the wall is the same color as my bedroom. Unfortunately, said spice rack is configured so as to be just a wee bit too short to hold commercial spice bottles. Bah. Bah, I say!
Enough about the spice rack. Back to the backsplash... are you ready?