Moving on to the kitchen. This was one of the rooms we tackled when my mom was here. I say “tackled” because I simply felt too overwhelmed to have at it by myself. I was troubled by the color of the cabinetry vs. the color of the woodwork and there didn’t seem to be a paint color that would satisfy my desire to blennnnd the two.
Plus, I was just flat worn out. Until G.G. arrived.
Here is the only ‘before’ picture I have. Obviously, I did not take it, it was taken well before we moved in. For this post, though, this one will have to suffice. When the time came for my mom and I to get going on this mini-project we simply couldn’t hold back the tide.
We just got busy.
Note the contrasting wallpaper choices. The upper wall was covered with a dainty floral on an ivory background. The wall below the chair rail was papered in a deep maroon. I say maroon instead of ‘cranberry’ or ‘pepper berry’ because it looked, well, maroon. Ick.
The crowning glory was the ever-popular circa 1989 cornucopia swaggy border. Apples, anyone?
We started by pulling all that down.
And then repainting the room a color called “wicker”. You guessed it, from Lowe’s.
And replaced the punched tin accessories.
Wait. Can a wall color do that?
Of course, if I had my druthers (and an endless bank account) I’d change out the countertops with something solid-surface and the appliances with all stainless. The refrigerator that came with the house is shorter than I am and has no ice maker, much less a water dispenser.
But we’re making do, happily. The kids actually think emptying ice cube trays is fun.