My kitchen cabinets on move-in day. Dreadful.
As a single woman with a full-time job, however, I figured I wouldn't be in the kitchen that much. Out of sight is out of mind. Let the good times roll.
I wish I could tell you that the next few years found me embracing the cabinets and letting the good times roll, but that would be a lie. No matter how many good times rolled, the cabinets remained a source of angst.
Replacing them seemed wasteful (since they were only a few years old) so I decided a paint job would have to do, and I would be the painter. Never mind I had no experience painting cabinets, I would make it work. I even removed a few cabinet doors to bolster my decision, but alas, it did more harm than good. The more I pictured myself painting my cabinets, the more terrified I became.
Thus, I lived without the doors for the next few years, still hating the cabinets with every breath I took.
My cabinets after removing doors. Still dreadful.
If you've nodded off by now, you're going to miss the good part, so I do hope you're still with me.
Last month, I decided that six years is long enough to hate anything, so I did what needed to be done and called a contractor.
The color I chose isn't your typical color for kitchen cabinets, but it's a color I love, and I thought it would best compliment my black counter tops and white appliances, while giving the room the wow factor it so desperately needed. I wasn't disappointed!
Are you ready for the big reveal?
Drum roll, please!
Welcome to my new kitchen!
(I bought the ceramic table at an antique shop in Galveston, and it makes a perfect island.)
- What a difference a coat of paint made! -
For the first time ever, I can say that I truly love my quaint little kitchen. It brightens my mood every time I see it, and I'm hoping for many years of happy cooking.