This was how my kitchen looked when we moved in. I did not love it. Not one bit. But over the past few months, with the help of half a dozen people who must love me lots, this kitchen has pretty much become the kitchen of my pintrest dreams.
This kitchen has become this kitchen. And boy am I happy about that. There are still a few things that need to be done (curtains, a rug, knobs and pulls), but I am happy as a clam.
I am so grateful for all the people that helped us- most notably my mom and friend Steve. If you are not best friends with a contractor, I seriously recommend trying to make friends with one asap. Best decision of my life.
It's also been really neat watching Tom learn how to do some of these things. During our many years of renting, neither of us took that much interest in our house. Even though we lived in the same house for nine years, I usually didn't ever plan on staying more than another year at any given point. We didn't completely settle into it. But this house is different in so many ways, not the least of which is the hard work that goes into it.
I really love this kitchen. I love that Steve started putting in the countertops at 10:30 on the night of my birthday. I love that Gus helped prime the cabinets doors. I loved that I watched my dad and husband work side by side hanging the back splash. I love that my mama is willing to work so tirelessly so that it would be ready in time for my party this past weekend.
What's next crew? Hardwood floors?
