We last left off with me telling you that Aaron and my dad had been super busy while I was in Atlanta at Haven. The last kitchen renovation post was an update on the drywall being finished on the half-wall and ceiling. The difference between that post and where we’re at now is like when Anakin Skywalker fell into a steaming pot of lava and came out as Darth Vader. What I’m trying to say is that my kitchen has turned into a robot man voiced by James Earl Jones. … I wish.
To keep myself sane, I need to remind myself what the end goal is. This is more for me than you… but you know, THIS is roughly what it will be.
I can’t stress enough what a hero my dad is. He volunteers so much of his time to help us with our projects. He doesn’t have to, but he does anyway. He’s got level EXPERT mudding/taping/sanding skills. It took 3 rounds of mudding, then sanding to get everything up to par, as well as skim coating the wall from the removal of our board and batten and former stencil texture.
Karl and his friend textured our ceiling, which sadly I didn’t get a picture of. And I’m REALLY bummed about it. Apparently Karl was on stilts. STILTS.
Aaron and my rad-action cousin Adam removed a bunch of the kitchen floor.
So, do you remember how the kitchen floor was an inch and a half higher than the dining room floor? Well now we know why. There was a layer of particle board, the original linoleum, another layer of newer linoleum, a layer of plywood, then the peal and stick tiles.
Let this be a public service message to all: if you are going to do a project DO IT THE RIGHT WAY, and not cover something up. DO NOT PAINT OVER WALL PAPER. Take the time to remove it. DO NOT KEEP ADDING LAYERS OF FLOORING. Take the extra time to remove it. Wil Wheaton says don’t be a dick.
The cabinets came down like Tina taking that tumble. As great as it would have been to swing a sledge hammer around, we are recycling the cabinets, so it was a little more gentle than an HGTV crashing.
In the midst of preparation, our IKEA kitchen was delivered piece by piece. That means there are 223 IKEA boxes stacked around. 42 packages of hinges. Hardware abounding. As much as I love spending 3 hours putting together a single IKEA dresser, there’s no way you could convince me to put together my cabinets and install them. I know my limits. I know Aaron’s limits. Putting together a Swedish kitchen with no words, only pictures is definitely outside the realm of our limits.
It seemed really organized. Until we kept going…
SO MUCH DRYWALL DUST EVERYWHERE. It penetrates your soul, in the worst way possible.
And have you ever tried to live a week without a kitchen sink? It’s no way to live. Plumbing needs to be celebrated more often.
Buster doesn’t seem to care though.
Thursday is the big day. TOMORROW. After a year and half of planning and saving for this, it is finally happening. It’s a pretty dang good feeling. Is anyone else living in chaos right now? Mind if I borrow your kitchen sink?