This past weekend I completed the painting on the bottom cabinets in the kitchen. I have come out on the other side happy with my accomplishment. Is it perfect? No. Is it for everyone? No. But it is for me and my family and we are loving it (for its current state).
As I started ripping out the tile, my loving husband would tease me about ruining the lovely house he got me. Even though I knew he was teasing me, I was very nervous and unsure of what I had undertaken. I gently explained to him my fears and asked him to stop. Which he did :)
I wondered if I was really able to do what I set out to do. Did I take on too much? Was I taking something that was functional and ruining it, just to see if I could do it? What was I doing? It's not like we have a bunch of money lying around to repair it if I royally mess it up.
So back to the beginning. How did I get to this point?
We bought a house.
It was in great condition, just a bit dated.
I am obsessed with decorating
I believe I can do -fill in the blanks- (whatever that happens to be)
So it was just a matter of time until I attempted something big.
So after getting the house I waited until inspiration hit me. After living in the house for a while I knew that changing the layout was not necessary. Sure having an island would look nice and I have always wanted one, and sure the peninsula is not too my liking, but the fact of it is, is the kitchen functions wonderfully. It is the best set up that I have had, and I don't feel the need to mess with its functionality.
Then one day I came across the image. This image. from Life in Grace (check out her site)
I knew from he moment I saw this that this was the jumping point. I love the colors and retro feeling, the unexpected, the whimsy, the fun. That is what I wanted for this kitchen.
So the journey began. With my paltry budget of, whatever I can scrape together, and my over riding need to update my kitchen I started off.
And off I went- fear and all.