Soothing candles. Deep breathes. Walks in nature. Spontaneous cabinet and/or wall repainting. All tried and true stress reducers, right? :) Totally.
So here is the story. I was visiting my family in Minneapolis for a few weeks in June. Which was so fulfilling and soul fueling. But then I was faced with questions (mostly from myself) about when or if we are moving back, what our careers would look like, what the consequences of moving or staying would be, and by the time I got back to Seattle, I was in quite the tizzy. However, I have to admit, by this point a constant humming of future planning angst is pretty norm for me, so probably a nice neighborhood stroll could have sufficed. The real reason I needed to bring out the top of the line spa treatment (aka kitchen remodeling), was because I had erupted in thousands of plump purple painful hives. In case you were wondering, I am pretty sure my skin objected so violently to a leather lazy-boy (coincidence? I don't think so). In fact, it itched so badly, that when I would give in and scratch, the sensation was so strong my throat constricted like I was going to vomit. Yay.
Anywho. I craved a project that would soothe my mind and prevent scratching. Busy hands painting the kitchen cabinets... and walls... and counters did the trick. Well that, and a trip to urgent care where I was shot up with tranquilizers and steroids.
Back to the good stuff. When we first moved in our kitchen looked like this. Baby poo and baby blue (inside the cabinets). If you want a refresher you can read about it here.
Then I promptly painted the cabinets navy while Ansel was at work. Never fear, I had already spent several hours contemplating many wild colors here. I also decided to paint the peeling laminate counter tops white (because they had nothing left to lose) as well as the tin back-splash. At the time I was thrilled because it was definitely better. But I never really took a picture of it besides the day I finished painting... which was 9 months ago.
The dark color did absorb our big black fridge as intended, but the kitchen just never felt clean. First, I was too exhausted to paint the walls, which remained a nice shade of smushed peach. But also, I found this shade of navy to be a very warm color, counter-intuitive to the whole blue = cool color doctrine. It is Martha Stewart "Wrought Iron". And it just felt wrong. Oh yeah, and despite desperately wanting a marble countered kitchen like you see in every magazine, I learned that I am incapable of keeping a white counter clean for more that 30 seconds. See? That white can of paint I recklessly slathered on my counters saved me thousands of dollars in white carrera marble down the line. I still think its beautiful, I just can't be trusted with it.
But finally, no paint can really change how utterly stupid this kitchen is. And so the the buffer the new paint provided wore off and I needed to change it up to try to rebuild the buffer to last 9 more months until kitchen remodel time. So I did.
The upper cabinets are painted in the same color as our bathroom board and batten: Glidden's "Barely Jade". Base cabinets are Behr "Icy Teal". Walls are my favorite Benjamin Moore "Super White". Lastly the counter tops are "refinished" in Rusteoleum's Counter Top Transformation. Which happens to be more expensive, stinkier, slower to dry and less effective than a can of paint. Don't do it. Tis a scam. Buy yourself a can of oil based high gloss paint and call it a day.
This is just a paint over, folks. Most of what makes this kitchen the worst is still there, but this cheery paint job makes me happy. And it is worth sharing. And oh yes, Ansel and I put up those little shelves to display my cutest dishes. But also because those are the ones I wash the most often (no dishwasher, remember?) and being able to put them away while not moving away from the sink is rather convenient.
Why yes, I do always match my decor to my cats. Haha. Oh, and please ignore that terrible mini blind situation. We are gonna gut this whole room remember?
I think what people put on their fridge is so interesting, don't you? I figured if you are still reading this post, you are as nosy as me, so I would share a fridge photo close-up.
Phew. What an exhausting few weeks. What with the life, and the disease, and the painting. But the kitchen and I are back to being reluctant partners, as opposed to mortal enemies, so that is good.
Missed you blog!
Disclaimer: I swear Bingley is attracted to the shutter sound on our camera. He just appears, every time I try to photograph something. And then Nox is just swept up in his brother's excitement. So, I would have been happy with cat-less photos, but am I going to shoo them away? Nope :-)