This weekend we worked mainly on the kitchen, and getting ready for the winter. Bill spent some time refinishing our solid cherry storm doors. (Another treat discovered as he sanded away.)
We aren’t planning on getting new counters or appliances for a while, but I was tired of the sad decor and dusty cabinetry in our kitchen. I wanted it to be a place that I really wanted to work in, and we accomplished just that.
The counters are a mish mash of cobbled together plywood and tiled tops in some spots, laminate in others. The appliances are black and in fairly decent shape, although it did take me the better part of an early move-in weekend to clean them.
The paint job was an awful pale yellow with a sad apple border placed on top of an older border. Poorly matching to say the least. So, I began by taking down the old borders and Bill touched up the plaster work in both the kitchen and pantry.
The pantry, by the way, is a full floor to ceiling butler’s pantry, with window and a swinging door into the dining room. One of the first things we did last fall was paint the interiors of those cabinets to clean them up. It’s a luxury to have such a huge pantry, and its beautiful to boot.
Unfortunately, I still need to finish painting it, but I just had to share this post on the completed kitchen.
After a few days of wallpaper removal and plaster work, we primed and then I painted a few coats. I have chosen a palette for the whole house, so every room goes with the next one, and in looking into one room from another, there is a synchronicity. Since the dining room is a soft green, I thought the pantry and kitchen would look good in a deep rusty orange, really the color of a football. I’m quite pleased with the outcome, as the kitchen is very warm and Tuscan feeling. My plum dishes fit nicely in both rooms.
After the painting, I spent hours cleaning the woodwork so that I wouldn’t have to repaint at this time. Every once in a while there is still a lingering “pet odor” from the multitudes of dogs that lived here long before us. But, every cleaning makes it better.
Then, Bill put in a new ceiling fan light to replace the potpourri light that was there. Can’t describe it well, so I thought I would attach a photo. We polished the light above the sink, thinking it might actually be 80 years old. As a last touch, Bill sanded and resurfaced the large cutting board block that is our penisula counter.
It is warm and homey, ready for bread baking and winter stews and long conversations with good friends.