A Fairytale Facelift

Once upon a time (in 2006) there was a very outdated kitchen. It was awful.........

Carpet on the floor.....

(and the surprise of linoleum underneath)

Saloon doors at the end......

(sorta liked those swinging doors, but they really
closed in the space and were always in the way)

Vintage laminate on the counter and backsplash......


A barely working stovetop and hood.......


Super old lighting........


And ugly brown cabinets with awful copper hardware.......


But along came a determined, new homeowner ready to tackle a project. Little did she know, it would take four years for the wave of her magic wand to work.

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In 2007, the floors underwent a transformation.

With the help of her trusty sidekick, the homeowner tiled her own kitchen.....


Upon tiling the kitchen, the refrigerator was banished to the living room.

Where it would stay.

For the next three years.

(look behind us......by the door)

Two years went by. The kitchen got put on the back burner (hehehe). Then in 2009, Bob the Builder came to the rescue. New counters and a tile backsplash were installed, along with a new hood and stovetop.


Things were looking up, but it still wasn't finished. One more project remained.

The cabinets.


So the painting began.

And abruptly ended.

Because school started, and the homeowner got busy.

Another year went by.

But finally, in the summer of 2010, with the help of Bob and his sprayer, the cabinets were painted and new hardware was attached.

And after three years of being banished from the kitchen, the frig made its way back to its original home.

(please ignore the skanky paneling/wallpaper remnants above
the dishwasher in the following photo......the upgrade of this area
is in the works.......big plans for that space......big plans)

The homeowner was overcome with happiness.

But after three weeks, she still found herself walking to the fireplace to retrieve things from the frig.

It had been there for three years, after all.

Today, she wishes she had a dollar for every time she walked toward the fireplace for milk. Or ketchup.

She could probably finance a laundry room remodel. Or at the very least, quite a few lattes at Starbucks.

She's also decided that writing an entry in 3rd person isn't for her.

And she probably won't do it again.

The End