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A Painting Frenzy

I know you doubted me. Don’t worry, I doubted myself. I didn’t think I could do it either.

You were almost right. It almost didn’t happen. Then, in a crazy slow motion kind of way, everything lined up. The kitchen paint job turned into a community-based project. I had help: kid help, babysitting help and friend help. It was a long day filled with giddiness at the change that was going on, disgust at the dirt that had been exposed (mixed in with a little shame), and fun. The atmosphere was charged, as if I had placed all my chips on the table, and the result? It is fabulous.

Paris.

Paris.

Kitchen painted Benjamin Moore's Indi go go.

Kitchen painted Benjamin Moore’s Indi go go.

Pot Rack.

Pot Rack.

Dog Food & Coats.

Dog Food & Coats.

Kitchen AFTER.

Kitchen AFTER.

I edited the things as I brought them back. I put a few bulky items in the basement, and I thought carefully about what I needed to have available. The microwave? It is still outside. I keep thinking, “who needs it anyway?” The jury is still out on that one.

My to-do list is long and impressive. I need to replace the fan, and now I really want a new floor and cabinets and counters…. (excuse me while I go buy a lotto ticket.) I love the color. It is dramatic, fresh and clean. But the paint? Paint is cheap and the impact is powerful. My bet paid off and I could not be happier.

 © copyright 2013 Mariam d’Eustachio at Simply Turquoise.

The Kitchen Dilemma

My style has evolved over the years. I appreciate that things need to be comfortable, and you cannot impose a style on a structure that was not built with that style in mind (unless you want to spend BIG BUCKS). I have always allowed the house to tell me how it wants to look. I literally try to listen to it and give it a fair shake at what is going to happen. I don’t believe I’m hearing any voices, but there’s time yet for that. Just call it a form of mutual respect between ME and HOUSE.

My biggest challenge in this house is the kitchen. I am already tip-toeing towards country with the Paris corner in there. I have my little landscapes all crowded around the eat-in table, with “The New Yorker” print thrown in for good measure. This house is screaming “cottage” at me, and I have to listen.

Breakfast nook.

Breakfast nook.

Herb-drying rack.

Herb-drying rack over the sink.

If I could, I would rip this kitchen out completely and start again, but I can’t. That said, I have to work with what is here. I LOVE the Farmhouse sink. That will stay through whatever renovations happen over time. And the farmhouse sink is…. country.

Original Farmhouse sink.

Original Farmhouse sink, with a huge pot hiding inside.

Sometimes, if a room is so bad, I feel like I can’t face it at all. It is completely overwhelming. Where do you start? This is how I feel about this kitchen. The other day, I was busily trying to ignore the faux-painted backsplash again and decided I had had enough. I went into the basement and grabbed a leftover can of paint, Benjamin Moore’s Rich Cream, put the baby down for a nap, and started to paint.

Getting rid of the faux-paint backsplash.

Getting rid of the faux-paint backsplash.

Repairing the wall.

Repairing the wall

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Kitchen backsplash before.

Kitchen backsplash before

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The cream color is soothing and giving me the feel of a clean slate. I am getting ideas and thinking I can make a lot of change here for not a lot of money. The hardware is outta here! I will replace it with these black distressed pulls and get rid of the shiny chrome.

New hardware.

New hardware.

The scalloped pieces of wood hiding the fluorescent lights are as good as gone! And the floor! I am going to put down some multi-colored slate tile and the linoleum will soon be history.

Much improved with cream paint.

Much improved with cream paint.

The island that I found on Craig’s List for $75 about 4 years ago fits perfectly into a country kitchen.

Kitchen island.

Kitchen island.

I still have to finish painting the rest of the kitchen Rich Cream. Paris still has the old paint. This space will be transformed a little at a time, just wait and see. And for now, I am saving the switch plates, faux-painted with love, as mementos. Something to keep me going, so that when I am down, I can remember how far we have come already.

Mementos.

Mementos.

© copyright 2013 Mariam d’Eustachio.