A woman loves more cabinets, but not on her table for five days. I wouldn't dare complain, after all I just got the last clear coat of finish on them yesterday. He Who Must Be Obeyed is wiring an outlet, painting around the place they will be hung; and eventually we will have a new range hood, microwave, and cabinets. Nearly every improvement is prefaced by the worst mess imaginable. Miraculously, we agreed on the paint color for the ceiling. We abandoned the starkly blueish white for a softer peachish white. Our kitchen could be nominated for one of those worst nightmare kitchens we look at with disbelief on television. The items we are trying to match, not quite the right word, are some 50 year old knotty pine, walnut stained birch cabinets, red kitchen chairs and some 30 year old blue wallpaper that HWMBO loves. Or loves too much to endure the ghastly removal? You can see all of it in the pathetic photo.
I call the house early ugly, it started life in the '40's as a barn and then some desperate soul added on to it and moved in. It is now our "purchased under duress" legacy from the early '70's. I think more desperate people than us, have called it home. It isn't my dream home. But it is functional; that is what a deceased electrical engineer brother in law called it on a visit 20 years ago. It is still functional, although I might have disputed that statement when the john plugged up and ran over a couple of days ago. Another reason not to ever, ever carpet a bathroom. The entire functional house smelled of Clorox for two days...the carpet is white again.
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