It’s shocking how much you can get accomplished when a deadline is looming. I don’t have one for remodeling my own kitchen, so I put off dealing with it. Scratch that. My deadline is the exact moment that Hub’s patience for not having an oven runs out. (If you know when that is, can you give me a heads up? Thanks.)
After learning about the science of procrastination on Monday, I put my head down and got to work. That’s mostly true. I may not be a procrastinator after all. I think I might have PPAD, Personal Project Attention Disorder.
Once I got rolling, I solved 98% of my space planning issues. The other 2% will have to wait a minute hour, because it’s so darn nice outside!
This was happening on my porch, ten minutes ago or ten years ago, depending on how long it took me to write this and when you are reading it:
Jiminy Cricket! That cup is at least 25 years old.
Really, you ask? Yes. I am working on two computers. I’m using a program called Revit–I’m about ready to rev it up someone’s a…and it doesn’t play well with Apple, hence the PC. I just finished my last cup of Pinnochi-joe *sad face* and now I’m diving into some of the detail work. (Well, when I finish typing I will start working.)
I ran outside to take some pictures so my parents wouldn’t miss fall:
Anyhoo, I have to decide where my kitchen gadgetry is going to live in the new arrangement. I have the best dutch ovens in the whole wide world. Back in the day, you could only get them from France, so I pulled a “guy” move and bought two of them as a present for Hubs. The shipping cost was a bee-atch, but it was a much better gift than a blender. Just ask him.
Truth: He made a frowny face at first, but he’s purchased three more since then. Best present I ever got me him. He’s a good cook and has a streak of OCD where they’re concerned. May you have all your affairs in order and be right with your maker if you let one soak for too long.
The big red one weighs 17.5 pounds by itself, so wherever they go, the cabinet hardware has to be able to handle the weight. It would be fabulous if they didn’t have to be nested. Sometimes, it takes a crane and two Teamsters to get them untangled.
That image I was looking at on the other computer is from the SmartCab Series by cabinet whisper Hafele:
They make innards, like this unit that fits into existing cabinetry, which is great because I’m mainly doing a nip and tuck, with only a couple of cabinets being replaced.
I’m pretty sure this is going to happen in one of the newbies, times three I hope:
Pardon me for a second. I’m playing Words With Friends with my oldest child and it’s my turn.
I have a Q and a J, but no place to put them, so I played “To” for 3 points. Ironic.
I took a short break while drafting on Monday morning, to take this photo of a cloud that looks like Robert Bork sparking a doobie. Hubs saw a bear, while someone on Instagram saw a rocking horse. Paging Dr. Freud…
Hello, 1995. My old hinges need to go, but I finally made an executive decision, the doors are staying and the new ones will be made to match the old.
So here’s the plan: new paint, new hardware inside and out, I’m going to Freaky Friday the wall ovens and the second sink to create a better line of sight into the family room and a designated bar/storage area, add a tall pantry cabinet since I had the old closet demolished, and use inserts to make better use of the space I already have.
I’m also replacing the door to my dining room with a pair of French doors. This little bit of business takes place in the load bearing wall that runs right down the middle of my house. The boy’s room may end up in the kitchen, but at least I won’t have to go up and down the stairs every time they want a glass of water.
Hafele makes slide outs for all kinds of things, but they didn’t provide me with a high-res photo of the one thing I wanted to show you.
I can’t use this cool stuff for my project, it would be a great set-up for a small space, but it is a better photograph:
I want to add things like this organized storage drawer, so my family can’t throw rubber bands and Scotch tape and Super Glue in it. (You know who you are! And what’s with saving two inches of string? It. Makes. No. Sense.)
I pinned a picture of George Clooney painting a model’s toes the other day. I think it’s what won me an autographed copy of Nate Berkus’ new book, the news of which came about five minutes after I blasted him on Twitter, for talking in a video launching his new home collection about what he thinks homeowners don’t need a designer to do.
Point being: This cutlery insert would be as sexy as Clooney giving a pedicure to someone else; if he gives it to me, well now, that is a different story. It might take the organizer and a tall pantry cabinet to equal that.
If I get this, I will definitely have to upgrade my eating utensils. They don’t match anymore, because somebody had a bad habit of throwing forks away, while someone else routinely flipped the garbage disposal on, before taking the silverware out. Athain, youth knoth thoo youth thare. Werewy. Tha thagged thoons hath thu tho. Ma thongue ith kiwwing mee!
At about the halfway mark late Monday afternoon, I took a break from drafting to check my Instagram feed. I found a contest involving wine, glass and how you enjoy them together, so I poured myself some red and grammed a photo I titled Infinity Pool of Cabernet:
The next thing I knew, it was Tuesday!
I shut out the words and the beeps and the tweets to become one with my kitchen layout–Buddhist space planning, so to speak. I’m really lucky I got to do it outside on the porch. It’s even prettier today, so I am leaving you and heading off to do more research, then finish up my work. You will have to wander the Interwebs without me. If you decide to visit Hafele, I hope you don’t get distracted lost. They have some good stuff in their catalogs!
I’m not getting paid to write this–why is that?–so pop back by. I’m going to check out a few competitors!
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