Just when I thought we were almost done with the dining room, an unscheduled demolition occurred.
Let me back up. Over Labor Day weekend we, like many Americans, "celebrated" by taking advantage of an appliance sale. We measured and remeasured the spaces for our new gas range and new refrigerator. Then we picked out the appliances that fit the spaces and bought them, taking advantage of the free home delivery and old appliance removal. A week and a half later, our new kitchen appliances were delivered.
With a catch.
You see, we measured and re-measured the space the appliances would end up in... but we failed to even consider the doorways and how wide they needed to be to get the appliances into those spaces. The very nice delivery guy walked right into my house, measured the kitchen doorway and basically told me there was no way the fridge was getting into my kitchen.
Did I mention my house was built in 1939? Now days all the doorways are a standard 30 inches (says my delivery guy). In '39, people prefered to squeeze into spaces. Apparently. This doorway (and at least one other in the house) was 28 inches. We needed another inch at least to squeeze the fridge in. The range was no problem, it went right in.
The delivery guy told me I'd have to return the fridge. There would be no charge for the delivery and we'd get all our money back, but we needed to pick out something else. In a flash I remembered walking and walking with my husband down the appliance isles of two different stores and there were only two I liked that fit into the required dimensions in the kitchen, one was out of stock, and one was on the truck parking in front of my house.
I stood there for a moment, eyes bugged out, staring at the delivery guy. He was looking back at me sympathetically. In a second flash I made my decision. We were going to widen the doorway or take out the wall eventually, why not now? Then the guy could just leave the fridge and we could do a bit of demo and get it into the kitchen later.
The delivery guy suggested I call my husband, which I was just about to tell him I should do - not because he said so.... I talked my idea over with my husband and he agreed. Why bother looking for a replacement when the one we really want is right here and all we need to do is move up a project we were already planning? So they took the old fridge and plugged in the new one in the dining room.
I wasn't expecting my husband to jump on the demo as soon as we were done with dinner that night, but I was so happy that he did. He removed the molding and then had to cut out the door jam, and right there we gained about two inches. Enough room to get the fridge though. It was tight, but it slid right through with the doors open.
|my husband cutting off the door jam while the new fridge looks on from the dinning room|
And now the dining room, that almost finished room just about ready for it's big reveal, looks once again like a bomb has gone off in it.
But in happier news the kitchen has finally made its first step in its own redo. I haven't shown any pictures of the kitchen yet so I thought I would now.
Our kitchen appears to have been last updated in the 1980s or perhaps the early 1990s. It has very nice custom oak cabinets, laminate stone look tile floors, a plastic drop ceiling with a center yellow florescent light fixture, and "decorative" clear-ish tiles around it with odd red stripes and ugly butterflies. It looks like they should be lights too, but they aren't. They are just kind of randomly clear-ish and up there doing their own little thing. Whatever that is.
|our "lovely" kitchen just after moving in|
It's update plan includes painting the lower cabinets gray, the uppers white, white subway tiling back splash, removing the drop ceiling, adding crown molding to the tops of the cabinets, getting new butcher block countertops, and doing something - we don't know what yet - with the floors. Oh, and there is this lovely '80s trash compactor. We don't create enough waste to really need trash compacting. And how hard is it, really, to take the trash out when it gets full? "Oh geez, I'm so tired I can't take out the trash tonight. It's a good thing I spent $200 on this weird appliance that's super loud, takes up valuable real-estate in my kitchen, and squishes my trash a little smaller so I can take it out tomorrow instead," said nobody since about 1992. So we will be saying "see ya" to the compactor and filling the space with a moveable kitchen island. The idea (like all my ideas these days, it seems) came from Pinterest. Here is the inspiration for the island.
Pretty cool, huh?