A kitchen remodel has to be, from a normal household operations standpoint, the room that matters most. We have missed having a kitchen sink: washing dishes in the laundry sink in a dimly lit and frankly medieval basement is no fun. The basement is not a space where we spend much time: it's replete with bats, snakes, spiders and lizards. Suitable for storage and the washer/dryer, it isn't a sub. for the kitchen.
Still, whining aside, the room's going to be much improved. A built-in dishwasher as opposed to the clumsy "portable," a new really deep sink... it's going to be worth the trouble.
I mean, it is, isn't it?
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Descent into... messiness
The kitchen is upended yet again. Tomorrow the de-/con-struction process begins again. We're replacing 9.5 feet of sink cabinet and a wall cabinet with new. These will match the oven cabinet, and will have a place for a dishwasher, which means we can replace the "portable" Fridgidaire dishwasher we've used for the past 3 years with a built-in.
I spent time over the weekend chipping black ceramic tile off the walls (very nicely mounted tile, but really: why black?) and yesterday MK and I dismounted the wall cabinets and emptied the rest. First thing in the morning Bea Day Plumbers will be disconnecting the current plumbing, and after lunch builder-supreme Craig Wolffis will remove the rest of the cabinets. Then Bea Day returns to vent the kitchen plumbing and make a couple of other updates, and after that Craig starts installing the new cabinets. We're lucky to have them both: Craig and Bea Day are pretty much the best in their respective fields and they're good people to work with. Ditto our good friend and kitchen designer Mark Russo, whose patience, creativity, and good humor helped us see beyond the "what is" and have given us a glimpse of the "what might be."
Our kitchen is 30 x 14 -- huge by anybody's standards -- but it's odd space and has proven difficult to work with. Mark has been a tremendous help in reorganizing and reconfiguring space that's been remuddled at leasst twice.
So thus begins another period of hauling water to the kitchen, doing dishes in the basement laundry sink (just scrubbed out) and in general making do. This is nothing new, really.
In my younger hippy days I lived in a house with no indoor plumbing at all: all water was hauled in from a well and hauled out in a slop bucket -- this included water for bathing, brushing teeth and shaving. So the current state of affairs, really, isn't much of an inconvenience. Trouble is, 25 years of relative comfort have intervened, I'm in my 50s and not quite so very energetic any more.
This is to be the last kitchen update.
Meanwhile, spring is coming, slowly but surely, and I'll soon be back on the ladder painting the exterior. The year is advancing.
I spent time over the weekend chipping black ceramic tile off the walls (very nicely mounted tile, but really: why black?) and yesterday MK and I dismounted the wall cabinets and emptied the rest. First thing in the morning Bea Day Plumbers will be disconnecting the current plumbing, and after lunch builder-supreme Craig Wolffis will remove the rest of the cabinets. Then Bea Day returns to vent the kitchen plumbing and make a couple of other updates, and after that Craig starts installing the new cabinets. We're lucky to have them both: Craig and Bea Day are pretty much the best in their respective fields and they're good people to work with. Ditto our good friend and kitchen designer Mark Russo, whose patience, creativity, and good humor helped us see beyond the "what is" and have given us a glimpse of the "what might be."
Our kitchen is 30 x 14 -- huge by anybody's standards -- but it's odd space and has proven difficult to work with. Mark has been a tremendous help in reorganizing and reconfiguring space that's been remuddled at leasst twice.
So thus begins another period of hauling water to the kitchen, doing dishes in the basement laundry sink (just scrubbed out) and in general making do. This is nothing new, really.
In my younger hippy days I lived in a house with no indoor plumbing at all: all water was hauled in from a well and hauled out in a slop bucket -- this included water for bathing, brushing teeth and shaving. So the current state of affairs, really, isn't much of an inconvenience. Trouble is, 25 years of relative comfort have intervened, I'm in my 50s and not quite so very energetic any more.
This is to be the last kitchen update.
Meanwhile, spring is coming, slowly but surely, and I'll soon be back on the ladder painting the exterior. The year is advancing.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Pete
This house -- or maybe its occupants -- attracts stray cats. We've had four 0r five in the last couple of years, including our beloved, dearly departed Maud. Maud appeared in our garage about the time we moved in. Almost immediately adopted and deeply loved, poor little Maud died of a congenital heart defect before her first birthday. Then this past October came Petula Margot, AKA Pete.
Pete was another tiny stray kitten, hit by a car on nearby Market St. She was badly injured but saved from certain death by a kind-hearted cat lover who was unable to keep her. We were suckered in immediately. Little Pete had lost the use of one front leg in the accident and ultimately it had to be amputated. This doesn't stop her from getting around and into everything. She roars up and down the 42 stair-steps -- basement to third floor -- with great speed, if lacking a certain grace. She had an absolutely terrific time over the weekend shredding a roll of wallpaper, something you might not expect a three-legged cat to do, but she did it very well.
This allowed to me put off wallpapering the front hall, yet again.
Excuses, excuses.
Pete was another tiny stray kitten, hit by a car on nearby Market St. She was badly injured but saved from certain death by a kind-hearted cat lover who was unable to keep her. We were suckered in immediately. Little Pete had lost the use of one front leg in the accident and ultimately it had to be amputated. This doesn't stop her from getting around and into everything. She roars up and down the 42 stair-steps -- basement to third floor -- with great speed, if lacking a certain grace. She had an absolutely terrific time over the weekend shredding a roll of wallpaper, something you might not expect a three-legged cat to do, but she did it very well.
This allowed to me put off wallpapering the front hall, yet again.
Excuses, excuses.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Wow, but I've been bad
Work on the house continues. Why no posts? It's a circular problem. I want to post some new photos. We don't have a digital camera, but think we're going to get one, so I don't post. But then I want to post, we don't have a camera, etc. etc.
Significant progress has occurred in the kitchen. We've replaced the 1997 Kenmore electric range with a Wolf gas cooktop, and added a Electrolux double oven unit. We're also replacing the light-duty Menard's-type cabinets with new ones by Burtch. Our good friend X is acting as kitchen consultant/cabinet coordinator and we're very pleased with the new stuff. One teensy problem: due to the complicated geometry required to get anything into our kitchen, the oven cabinet didn't quite fit. The resolution was very King Solomon-esque: cut the baby in half, which nearly killed X. It worked, we're happy and I thnk our friendship with X is safe. The rest of the cabinets should be here fairly soon.
We also have wallpaper picked out for the entrance hall and staircase, a good winter project, and there are a bunch of cabinets in the pantry sanded and ready for their shellac. Are these two happening? No. But I do think about them frequently.
Significant progress has occurred in the kitchen. We've replaced the 1997 Kenmore electric range with a Wolf gas cooktop, and added a Electrolux double oven unit. We're also replacing the light-duty Menard's-type cabinets with new ones by Burtch. Our good friend X is acting as kitchen consultant/cabinet coordinator and we're very pleased with the new stuff. One teensy problem: due to the complicated geometry required to get anything into our kitchen, the oven cabinet didn't quite fit. The resolution was very King Solomon-esque: cut the baby in half, which nearly killed X. It worked, we're happy and I thnk our friendship with X is safe. The rest of the cabinets should be here fairly soon.
We also have wallpaper picked out for the entrance hall and staircase, a good winter project, and there are a bunch of cabinets in the pantry sanded and ready for their shellac. Are these two happening? No. But I do think about them frequently.
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