Totally understand Ashton if you have to skip this post purely based on the title. Totally totally get it.
So Operation Heart of the Home continues….let’s call this one “Trading an overly brown kitchen for an overly white one with too many photos of my kid” edition.
Here is where we began…
Brown meets brown meets tan meets a wall color for kicks.
And this is where we left off…ceiling painted, trim painted, cabinets mostly painted, paper and plastic everywhere. Sounds like the start of a killer horror flick. Hopefully one where I can learn how to discard of a body without the cops ever finding out.
This side of the room was looking pretty good…but we had to use the floor space to lay out more doors and do another coat on those bad boys. Remember how I said it took like four coats to fully cover the cabinet doors? That’s four coats PER SIDE. That’s eight spray sessions. And we still have touchups to do. erg. If I wasn’t a lady, I’d say “middle finger to you cabinet doors”.
Yes, my darling spray-happy boyfriend is an angel sent by the Lord of kitchen-makeovers. And no, I don’t regret changing those brown cabinets for white for even a moment. I LOVE LOVE LOVE it white in there.
Obviously it’s a personal preference thing and some folks love woody cabinets (they can be so beautiful! My mom even has wood toned cabinets so I am definitely not knockin’ em!) but I have always wanted a white kitchen and once Jer was on board (kinda important since he was doing the work), I literally was like a rat at a fair (Charlotte’s Web hollah!).
So that’s when I realized the kitchen is REALLY white. Like white EVERYWHERE. And I guess this is where a lot of people are gonna question our sanity.
While the kitchen was under wraps, we were doing all our kitchen stuff in the living room. I was sick and tired of it.
Yes, we lived like this for six weeks. SIX WEEKS!
It was kinda funny how Jeremy would come home and I would try to not
nag motivate him to do anything…that is not my nature. But I know waking up at 6 am, driving a couple hours to work, working, then driving a couple hours home, working on a kitchen, and going to bed two hours after getting home is not exactly his idea of a fun time…so I kinda let him decide if he was gonna have a work-night or a Will-night or a rest night. By about day 12, he was so sick of this set-up that as soon as he saw it, he always tried to squeeze in at least an hour of kitchen stuff before bed. But one hour of kitchen stuff five days a week with a day each weekend is not that much time.
And yes, the cut-out ‘door’ of the plastic is so that he could watch a very very blurry version of NFL while working. He said he didn’t want his fantasy team to suffer just because he was renovating a kitchen.
Finally I knew that it was about time to move back in….darn those touchups could wait…the kitchen-in-the-living room situation needed to go. So I texted him and told him that I was tearing down the plastic and ripping up the paper.
And he said…there are cabinet doors on the floor. And I said…I’m moving em. And I did.
All the cabinet doors got moved to the basement to cure a little longer (I didn’t want to risk marking them up with the hardware)…that took me 21 trips up and down the stairs to move them all. And yes, I paid the price the next day with a pregnancy-sciatica-flairup. Totally worth it though.
After I shop-vac’d the paper (I was nervous about any paint dust flying), we started ripping up the paper. I had an awesome little helper.
He loved the fact that I was letting him back in the kitchen. He even put his firetruck on the counter and told me that the firetruck was “watching me work”.
About an hour later, I had the kitchen back! I removed the paper on the island too….I needed a sink. So as soon as Jeremy walked in the door he installed the new faucet. Oh. Em. Gee. Having a sink is so awesome. Having a dishwasher is even awesomer. I loaded that bad boy up asap and can not tell you how much I just wanted to kiss it. Six weeks washing dishes in a tiny bathroom sink is so not my idea of a good time.
Jeremy celebrated by sledgehammering the tile. I am not joking. He was very excited.
Speaking of tile….yes….we are definitely tackling it. I know I said in an older post that the backsplash would wait till phase 3 (we are currently in phase 2 of the kitchen makeover) but when we realized that we would have to remove some for our new hood it changed our minds. I thought…well…we can always just put a piece of white painted board over the broken tile and call it a day. Then one of our amazing sponsors, The Tile Shop offered us free tile. It would be ridiculously dumb to say no and save that money. Especially since I had already picked out my favorites from their site. I immediately told Jer, did a happy dance that looked like this, and begged Jeremy to concede to doing the entire backsplash with me earlier rather than later.
And he did.
So that nasty old tile that sucked up the paint is out.
This is the result of a boyfriend and a hammer and a hatred of traffic.
Yup. It took about two hours to get just a third of the backsplash demo-ed. He scored the edges with a razor so that the drywall would have a clean cut….and then just took out some rage.
The next day, we had a special surprise for Will.
The folks at The Tile Shop had sent him a present. They didn’t ask to see it on him or even mention that they were sending it or want any thing in return…just wanted to give something to a kid to make his day. I just love sponsors that actually read this blog and think of us like that. It makes me support them all the more.
Grandparents – this is for you.
Other folks – get ready for the onslaught.
SOooo very excited to be ‘wookin like Daddy’.
A little saw action for breaking up the tile….obviously he needs to watch the DIY network a little more otherwise he’s gonna end up on Renovation Realities.
He really wanted Jer to help…so Jer did.
I can imagine him thinking “You’re gonna blog this, aren’t you mom?”
a half hour and too many photos later, Will was over the hardwork and requested a coke and the tv remote
Jer continued with his demo.
That night was another three hours of demoing. I snapped a few pics and then did the whole Will-to-bed thing.
The next day, we had Cole over. He’s like the best babysitter ever. First of all, he’s eight…so he doesn’t mind playing Matchbox cars for hours on end….and he’s very careful with our overly agressive Will…showing him an amazing example of how to be a good big brother. We told Cole that he could come over ANY time and that we would even give him money. He really liked that idea
I worked on the doors in the background while the kiddos played.
And as I finished one door, Jer would come in and grab it and install it back in the hinges.
As soon as I was finished, I walked in to see the most glorious sight….
Sure there is no drywall on the backsplash, insulation is showing worse than a celebrity wardrobe malfunction and the walls have overspray on them…but seriously. seriously.
Oh and did I mention the hood? It looks amazing. And it looks like it was part of the original design. Amazing what a little caulk and paint can do.
There was one small snaffoo with under the hood. See it?
Yeah. We uncovered a bunch of wires that were bundled together without being an electrical box. Big time no-no. Fire hazard no-no. Building code no-no.
Since Jeremy was moving that blue outlet box anyway (turning it the other way to make it accessible to the laundry room instead of distracting from our upcoming backsplash), he took care of the other wires too. I can not tell you how much I love it that he can do electrical work.
So all in all, we went from this…
LOVE. Can I just say that one more time? Love love love love love. And that’s not even with paint or a backsplash yet!
Now it’s time for a little painting…a little drywall…and then tile. Is anyone else getting hot in here? Oh just me then…