When we bought this house in '98, fella bilong missus flodnak and I agreed that The Kitchen Had To Go. It’s vintage 1970, which means it gives no meaning to the term Ugly. It was also, in its own small way, falling apart already then; it was cheaply made to begin with and has not been treated kindly these thirty years. So we knew a kitchen remodel was in our future, but it seemed a small price to pay for a nice house in a great neighborhood at a very good price.
Fast forward three years, and the kitchen is still staring us in the face, and is threatening to fall apart in ways that are no longer so small. The money has been saved up. The frustrations have mounted beyond the breaking point. But flodjunior has been joined by flod2k; next month they will turn 7 and 1, respectively. Flod2k is not yet walking but is tearin’ up the floor on all fours. Flodjunior has a steady stream of friends coming home from school. Sanity says we should put this off for a few years; reality says it had better be done before summer, because it won’t get done over the summer and we’re pushing our luck to wait until fall.
It’s a tiny kitchen, about 2.5 by 3 meters. I know what I want, I think; fella bilong missus flodnak trusts me with this, which makes it all the more nerve-wracking; but the reality is that space is limited and moving a wall is structurally impossible.
WHAT IN THE H*LL HAVE I GOTTEN MYSELF INTO???!! :eek: