This weekend, Steve started cleaning out the kitchen cupboards. That's right. Steve.
This might have been my biggest challenge to continue the kitchen transformation. Such a daunting task. Especially since we haven't gone through them since moving in 8 years (and 3 kids in the last 5 of those years) ago. Then add major basement renovation dust & dirt still sitting on every square inch of shelving.
But without any warning, he did it. He promised to start out small. But when I got back from grocery shopping, he was still going. Love that man.
I don't have a before shot, but here's an after:
|I can breathe!|
For a before, picture twice the amount of dishes, bowls, cups, mugs, appliances, vases and kid plastic. Instead I get to open the doors and see this.
|Order on the shelves|
I'm telling you, it was the best feeling this morning. Waking up to make a coffee and seeing this.
Now everything has it's place. We moved the mugs to be with the coffee (duh!) and threw out all the expired half-full boxes and bottles of medicine. Phew! My worst shelf is now my favorite.
Steve's favorite? This one.
|The cookbooks have a home|
It looks better in person. Well, ok, it doesn't. It's not pretty. But now it works. We collected the sorry stack of amazing cookbooks and finally found a place for them.
Eventually, I want to put an over the range microwave here. But since that's way down the road, we're enjoying the new home for Steve's well-used prized possessions.
Sadly, I can't show after pictures of the whole kitchen. We ran out of time...and our will to live. This project was indeed a vampire. It sucked the energy right out of us. Now I know why it took 8 years, 3 kids and a lovely layer of dust to git 'r done.
So we have two upper cabinets to go. At least now I get to show a before picture:
Oh - that's bad. But by showing it's ugly face here, I'll take care of it right away. Promise.