So I finally got the balls to paint a wall in the kitchen with black chalkboard paint…against the advice of mostly everyone.
I had a slight wobble half way through when it looked like crap and I thought ‘what the fuck am I doing?’ (is there anything worse than a wishy washy ‘not quite’ black when decorating? It’s like when you try and match black clothing and discover you’re wearing about 4 different shades of dark grey) – but I loved it when it was finished and had the second coat.
We’re not finished here (hopefully somewhat obviously), as we’re planning a cabinet above the range hood and few decorative tweaks (so ignore the wire ok?) – but now I realize that for blogging purposes this is all a big ‘so what?’ as I haven’t even properly documented the upstairs kitchen at all. And of course I forgot to take a ‘before’ photo of the white wall in my haste to get started; my excuse being that with an infant, when the planets align and you get time to actually accomplish something not mom-related, your brain is just saying ‘GO GO GO!!!’ and you don’t want to dick around composing blog photos.
Just imagine a very blah expanse of white.
So my big moment (well, in my world) was a bit anticlimactic for ‘reveal’ purposes – except, I suppose, if we go right back to the beginning (like we should have in the first place).
Can you even believe the stove used to be there? It was just all freestanding crazily against the chimney brest sticking out from the wall like it might start to walk across the room. Insane.
The above is actually also a recent development as we only just got the kitchen island seen above – an amazing $80 auction score (it’s the Ikea Varde unit). Before this completely serendipitous purchase a few weeks ago, we were still using the blue drawers our former tenant left behind that Sam had raised up on a base:
It looked kind of fun, and served us well for the past year, but it wasn’t particularly functional. The drawers didn’t really open or close properly, and having the table so close (I don’t think the above photo is representative of the table/drawer proximity) meant it was pretty much unusable as a surface when anyone was over – plus, who wants to face the wall when working?
We were actually planning on putting the Ikea unit right where the blue drawers were, but something clicked when it was delivered and placed in the middle of the room, as in: ‘why not just leave it here?’.
I then decided to use my leftover chalkboard paint to cover the disgusting sink cabinet doors (chalk artwork thanks to 4 year old Georgia who was visiting), and the whole kitchen was completely transformed. Here’s a tip though: if you, like me, pretty much only ever wear black, having white chalk on cabinets that you work in front of is not the smartest idea. Duh.
We tried to use the old kitchen table (another parting ‘gift’ from our tenant), but it was too squished between the wall and fridge (or we were too fat to squeeze into the chairs), so we dusted off our old teak dining table from the basement (you might remember it downstairs here).
Much better. Plus I missed it.
I can’t even begin to tell you how much more functional this layout it. It’s changed the way we use the kitchen (as in, now we hang out there), and actually makes me want to cook a lot more. People aren’t constantly underfoot as we’re preparing food but can hang out and enjoy our scintillating conversation! Everybody wins, right? Amazing what just having a work surface can do (especially one with a view out the window).
So finally, just because they are so gross, and thus make me feel better about life (well, my life NOW), here’s photos of the kitchen as it looked when we first viewed the house:
The photos are a little weird and fuzzy as we felt a bit awkward taking them. It’s not the most comfortable thing to photograph someone’s place as they’re living there – well, if the place looks like a shit hole (we’re not talking about shooting an Architectural Digest feature which would possibly be uplifting, and use better lighting). So the pics are a bit ‘stealth’ – but I think you get the idea of what we started with.
And here is what we were left with when we moved in (you might recall, or want to review how the whole place looked here ):
It’s always reassuring to look back on these when I feel like nothing is progressing around here. I look at these and think, damn – we’re doing ok…
…but note to my mom friends coming over this week: it’s definitely not going to look this clean by tomorrow…