As you may know from my previous posts, the Crankee Yankee kindly sent me to Hawaii for two weeks in order to renovate our 1953’s kitchen. It was a great deal; I stayed in Oahu and took wonderful tours every other day, and I loved every minute of it. While I was basking in the Hawaiian sun, the Crankee Yankee and his brother were demolishing our old kitchen. According to him, it was a majorly dirty job. As he puts it, “you really do not want to know what we had in the walls (i.e., mice and bugs and their “leavings.” Yuck.)
When I came home, everything was stripped to the bare boards, all ready to be covered in plywood, then covered in formica. Actually, it didn’t look bad at all, and since I came home on March 13, we have been in major fixit mode. The formica is up on the walls, as well as the gorgeous gray cabinets with beautiful nickel handles. I’ve unpacked all our dishes, glass ware, utensils, etc. and put them all up in the new cupboards. So far, there is loads of room for everything.
As our new countertops and sink are not ready to install, so we are still using paper plates (so much easier not to have to wash dishes in the bathroom sink!) and cups, and using our microwave and Keurig coffee maker. Funny how you get used to things like this; seriously, it’s not bad at all. As the stove isn’t hooked up yet, we go out to lunch or dinner more often than usual, but for the time being, it’s not bad at all.
I help the Crankee Yankee as much as I can, and honestly, it’s all kind of fun. Who knew?