I hate the way the walls crumble at my feet when I put in a nail for a picture. I hate how the kitchen window is off center from the counter below it. And how the wind whistles though it at night and in the day time but never at dusk, no never at dusk. I hate how the doors do not hang level. I hate how the ceiling bows a little in the middle, and in the corners and along the wall. I hate how the cabinets are so deep I need to stand on one of my grandchildren to reach the back. I hate how the floor has an inch thick layer of old carpet glue over the original hardwood floors and a hunk of steel covering up some secret trap door. I hate how the wiring causes small animals in the barn to receive tiny electrical jolts every time I use the pull switch for the light over the sink. I hate my kitchen.
I love my kitchen ! I love the way the 10 layers of paint and wallpaper show evidence of all the families who shared food, stories and love. I love the way the wood floor has been patched with a 2 foot by 2 foot piece of steel covering up what I am sure is hidden treasure. I love the huge cabinets obviously custom made in the 40's by some man who loved his wife enough to give her good space for her "modern" kitchenware. I love the thick floorboards that protect the walls from the kicking feet of a two year olds tandrum. I love my kitchen.
But, the wait is over and the work has begun. Some of it being done by Keith and I and some being done by our contractor. We're keeping the very old cabinets because they are very well built and new cabinets are crazy expensive. Instead they will be painted...dark brown to show less dirt. All the years I fed four kids in that kitchen my cabinets were white. You know what they say, beauty before brains. The old countertop was put in in the 50's, a laminate so tough tanks could've been covered in it. My floor had been covered with a sub floor of plywood (painted bright green ) waiting for tile "one day" but when the sub floor was pulled up we found the original hardwood. It is filthy, but intact. We'll see what a professional can do to save it.
In the midst of all this the weather broke and we have mud everywhere. Of course. Why remodel when the whether is good ? That would defy logic.