So here she is in all her glory…
My kitchen is so 1980s-a-fied (I’m pretty sure that is a word) that I find myself singing Michael Jackson’s “Beat It” when I’m making omelets in the morning. The red walls even remind me of his signature jacket. I’m positive he was the inspiration. The problem is the kitchen scares me more like “Thriller” did. It is likely that there are zombies living in my walls. Heaven knows there is enough wasted space there that they would fit.
Like I said in yesterday’s post we started out remodeling this kitchen right after we were married but an emergency situation came up and we ended up having to spend our remodeling money to take care of that instead. We haven’t been able to save the money again so here it sits.
We removed the drop-in stove from the center of the counter and replaced it with a slide-in since that was cheaper to do and if all had gone as planned that would have left us with enough money to remodel the rest of the kitchen.
Why yes,that is a small bookcase on the counter. And yes, that is a ceiling fan in the kitchen. Let me explain.
Do you see that big red box above the counter? It used to have cabinets attached to it; very low cabinets. Like,”I couldn’t fit my big stock pot on the stove under the cabinets” kind of low. Apparently, people were very short in the 80s when this house was built. They also had no clue how to design an efficient kitchen. Just look at all of that wasted space under the window. I also don’t understand why they didn’t wrap the counter around and put the sink there. Anyhoo, back to the bookcase…
When we were starting the remodel we removed the small cabinets that hung low above the counter. That left us with very little space to store things. When the remodel budget went bust I figured sticking this $18 bookcase on the counter would at least afford me some additional space. I wasn’t thinking of aesthetics. I was just needing somewhere to put the bread and sugar.
The ceiling fan is another amusing story. There was a big florescent light box there that was rusty, moldy, full of nasty bugs and just plain old ugly. We won’t mention how difficult it was to remove the rusted on lights so that they could be replaced when they burned out. It was better to just remove it and replace it. Ha! As we found out after we removed it, that is much easier said than done.
There was a massive hole under that box lighting; massive, I tell you. Again, with our budget cut we had to do a quick fix. We had to buy a round decorative thingy (yes, I know I am so technical) to stick up there. You know, the things that you see on the ceiling but that usually have a chandelier hanging from them? That is what is there to cover the hole. We are classy rednecks.
We tried regular lighting but it wouldn’t fit with the round decorative thingy so we went with the small ceiling fan which pulls double duty since we have no exhaust above the stove. The ceiling fan kind of circulates the hot air and smoke (on occasion) up and away then it can go out of the window that is located above the empty space where a sink should be. *deep breath*
When the funds ran out they ran out completely so we couldn’t seal the tile. They immediately started coming off. Once that happened it made no since to seal it. We keep saying we’ll have the money soon to redo it all so why waste more money “patching” it. It is impossible to keep this sanitary too which is why you will see me covering it with a tablecloth most of the time.
The door there leads to the pantry/laundry room. We had to move the food in there when we ripped out the pantry to put the stove in. Are you confused yet? Try living here.
It is pretty convenient though since I can sneak a cookie while I am pretending to wash clothes but that is a post for another day. (No honey, you did not just read that. I made it up. I don’t really sneak your cookies.) shhh….
The baker’s rack houses lots of my stones and pans since I have no cabinets to put them in. There is a door to the right of the baker’s rack that has Carsten’s homeschool supplies and all of my small appliances. Yes, I have to remove the stand mixer and crock pot every time I want to use them. It is most certainly a pain but I do have great biceps now plus it helps work off the cookies that I don’t really eat. Thanks for asking.
More wasted space here. Why in the world is there a foot of useless space on each side of the sliding doors? And why weren’t those few feet past the counter used for something else? They obviously didn’t give much thought to this kitchen when it was built. The kitchen and the master bath… the two biggest selling points today were the least important back then. Don’t get me started on my master bath. The pantry/laundry room is bigger than my master bath. The guest bath is twice the size! Ty Pennington, please come bull doze my house. I need an extreme makeover!
That empty space under the counter is where the old drop-in stove used to be. All of this was supposed to be a temporary fix. It has been almost three years now. Oh well, when you get lemons make lemonade. We stuck the recycling there and it makes for a good recycling center.
Ahhh.. my favorite thing about the kitchen. The stove that now sits where the pantry used to be. With her exposed studs that someone loves to stick those tacky plastic bags in (who does that?) and the dust pan hanging near. With the garbage can so eloquently placed below the wire spice rack that was never meant to hold spices. We won’t mention that the counter is so close to the oven that the door nearly hits it when you open it. No one can pass when I’m cooking and heaven forbid if there is a fire on the stove while I am at the sink. I would have to hurdle the counter to get away. That would be quite a feat since I ate so many cookies while I was pregnant and have yet to lose that cookie weight. (STOP picturing me hurdling the counter – it’s just not right) And there is no light or exhaust above the stove either. *sigh* But, look at my beautiful apron that my friend Marsha gave me. I love her. It makes my kitchen much more exciting when I wear my apron that Marsha gave me. It is like my Supergirl cape. I can cook anything in my kitchen when I’m wearing my Supergirl apron.
So there you have it. That is my kitchen. Laugh at it. We do.
Feel free to offer any ideas or advice about remodeling it. Eventually it will be remodeled and when it is I want to be ready. Until then, I am thankful that I have a home and a place to cook.
Now, you are more than welcome to imagine Michael Jackson, as a zombie, doing the moonwalk and “hoo hooing” across my counter because the stove is on fire.