When we purchased our "big kid" house in November 2009, there were many reasons we fell in love. I wanted a separate formal space and The Mr. was fond of the manly
wood-paneled office. We loved the neighborhood, the privacy, and the fact that there was still a lot to be done. Yes, we are gluttons for punishment.
We knew the biggest overhaul would be the kitchen, and now, almost three years later, we are tackling it. After months of planning, drafting and re-drafting of prints, and numerous calls and e-mails to our Construction Extraordinaire, aka my Dad, we started our project on Friday.
To give you some background, this is what the kitchen looked like the day we bought the house:
And within four months, it looked like this. One can only handle so much bright red wood stain and unfortunate wallpaper for so long.
I loved our interim fix. The Mr. picked the cabinet color and was quick to remind everyone who complimented us that he chose the paint. I'll admit, he got it right.
And then I came home from work on Friday to find the kitchen looking like this:
With this in the garage:
And these two handsome dudes taking care of business:
If anyone can do it, they can. So, in the spirit of the Olympics, I say, "Let the games begin!"
