This is post #1111---gotta be some kinda meaning in there. Linking to Beverly's PINK SATURDAY.
The downstairs kitchen---it’s one of the reasons we bought this house---the other two being The Tree in the back yard, and our wonderful neighbor Honey, who chatted over the gate each time we came to look at the house. We’ve had some water coming in every couple of years with the heaviest rains, and slowly, the footing of the cabinets is melting away, leaving them to sag and become slow and draggy.
See the slope of drawers and doors, with that widening wedge of space between cabinet and countertop.
The coffee-corner, which will be enlarged a teense by having the new countertop extended to the wall, and sort of floated over the ice machine.
The widening gap is even more visible in this one, and some time ago, the sag caused the dishwasher door to scrape against the underside of countertop, making it harder and harder to open. Knowing we were going to be remodeling in the next year, I had 2 2x4s cut to the height of the counter, and spanged them into place with a little rubber sledgehammer. I designed a foundation of PVC for the new counters to rest on, high and dry.
Turn the corner, where all the sugars and salts and handy things live.
I really, really love my big old sink, but Chris says let’s get all new, so a twin will be coming to replace her. I hope she’s as easy to shine.
Scrubby Duck is not replaceable, nor are the brush and two bottles, one of Dawn and the other a mixture of two parts Sam’s pearly hand soap to one part Dawn, mixed into a wonderful creamy green-apple hand wash.
Only the top cabinets and hood will be replaced here---I couldn’t part with Miss Frankie, she of the shiny red earbobs and slightly disheveled hemline, where I’ve scrubbed all the paint off her ankles.
And why does THIS:
Sometimes turn out like THIS:
Why is it that we think fruit the appropriate art for a kitchen? This lot will be going back to Goodwill, whence it came, with the exception of the big top one.
Don’t think I can part with it, though it will be a bit dark in all senses, for the new colour scheme. The signature says C. JOHN, but I’ve always thought it should read F. KRUGER.
Almost, but not quite: the countertops and all cabinets will be bright white, and the pink a very subdued “Fifties Pink” of all those clips and snips and nostalgic photos I’ve been collecting.
My windows are bigger, and there will be pretty little curtains. All to come, nine light-years worth of work away.
While I just sit here dreaming.
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