But then I was sitting here, with a book deadline, and a very sick kid (102 fever 5 days running now), and a bunch of school visits and trips to do, and I thought, “Hey! I know what would make this wek more fun! Let’s renovate the kitchen!”
Okay, maybe it didn’t go down quite like that. In fact, the counter was falling off the wall, because it had only ever been GLUED there, and the weight of it was putting pressure on our pipes. And also, the counter was made of crap particleboard, and it was disintegrating, in little bits of sawdust, onto the floor…
Everyone told us to get granite, but I have always dreamed of a butcher block kitchen. Soft and light and warm. And so…
That’s what we’re doing!
Of course… once you begin messing around in a kitchen, you think of all the other things you wish you could do.
We aren’t doing a “new kitchen” at all. Leaving the crappy old scratched cabinets, the appliances, and the cheap flooring. Because those aren’t things that bother us. I don’t need an ice maker.
But we’re doing the walls. THE WALLS. From floor to ceiling, we’re tiling the walls, which are concrete now, and lumpy. We’ll be able to Swiffer them clean. Can you imagine?
And for the first time in my life, I’m getting a garbage disposal, for the sole purpose of not having to scoop Cheerios out of the drain every morning. LUXURY LIVING!
It’s so so so so so much fun, this feeling of fixing up a house I plan to STAY in. Not thinking about “resale” or “investment” but about the house I want my house to be.
Which is to say… we might paint the ceiling blue!