Operation Heart of the Home : Cabinet Door edition…
I am not gonna lie…redoing a kitchen while 30 weeks pregnant and with a two year old in the midst of photography season with a spouse that is home and awake only two hours each night is excruciatingly slow. Oh and did I mention that sometimes I just freeze up? No literally. Because of the sciatica pain, I have a dozen daily freeze-ups. The pain is so severe in my bootie, back and legs that literally I am stuck in a position…not able to move a muscle or shift in any way. Will thinks it’s funny. Like I am doing the robot-dance. I on the other hand find myself taking FOREVER to do the simplest task…so you can imagine that this robot is uber slow at working on a kitchen reno. Feel free to skip these posts if the process is too slow…it’s just the pace at what we can do while still doing fun stuff like eating and sleeping.
So last we chatted, Jeremy spurred on the kitchen process by removing the upper cabinet over the stove.
And while he did that, I decided that I could take down the doors and remove the hardware from them to prep them for…well…prepwork.
Most of the doors were really simple to remove. I just used a phillips head screwdriver and started taking off the doors and drawer fronts.
Lovely me in my jammies, no makeup and complete with crazy hair and belly rolls. Keepin’ it real. You are lucky I am wearing a bra. And not my bathrobe like in this post.
And after I got them all down and took off the hardware, our kitchen looked way crazy and cluttered. I could never live with fully open shelving. I need my doors. They hide my shame.
In the morning, I decided that I had to do some Will-prep. Note…he is probably not your average two year old when it comes to messing with stuff. He knows that he’ll get put in time-out if he even touches a cabinet door…so with all these doors gone, I was hesitant to let him in there.
All of our glass stuff is up high, so that definitely helped.
All of our cleaning supplies we keep under the sink…and he is only allowed in there when he ‘helps’ do the dishes. He’s allowed to get one of our dishwasher tablets out for me to unwrap and then he gets to put it in the dishwasher. But other cleaning supplies? Um no. So that was the first thing I cleaned out. I figured that gambling wasn’t something I was up for…so I took one of those giant plastic storage bins and loaded it up with all the cleaning items and locked the top on.
The rest of the kitchen we simply walked around together (is it still walking when Mommy can shuffle at the speed of a snail?) and talked about how we don’t touch anything inside the cabinets.
By the time we got to the end, he was over it (and more interested in the bag of popcorn).
I think I must have said “No touching these pots” and “No touching these bowls” and “No touching this black thingie” a million times. So far, the message must have stuck. I don’t put anything past him though. I’ll let you know if he decides he’s in charge of the small appliances.
Out of 56 doors and drawer fronts total, I was able to remove 51 of them. Apparently 5 of them are either glued or nailed on. We figured that those five we would be able to paint in place. Not ideal but the idea of repairing or replacing them wasn’t in the cards for us.
I did my best to keep all the hardware sorted too. I was worried that we would screw up (haha…punny!) the different size screws or lose one crucial hinge…so I just used gallon size bags for the majority of stuff and laid the cup pulls on a cookie sheet to keep them from banging one another.
I did find one door with a maker’s info sticker…I guess if we ever need to find the exact same ones, this would definitely help.
We also found a finish characteristics sticker. It was funny to us that it said “There are inherent characteristics of the finish, and the aging process adds to the unique appearance of the cabinetry.” Same applies to humans
So in the end, it only took us one evening to take them all down and remove all the hardware. Seems like a tiny task huh? Yeah…I think that is just fore-shadowing of this kitchen process. It’s oh so glamorous.