A week ago, we thought we were going to tear down my kitchen wall. I was so excited, I had been dreaming of losing that wall since… honestly, before I even bought the house. It was during one of those late night “Decorate Pemberley in my head” sessions, months and months before we had any chance of buying her. I realized that if we tore down the kitchen wall, I could turn the spacious dining room into a great room and fill my house with joy. It is a load bearing wall, but I have a fabulous handy man here that assured me it would be no problem at all. And then this happened:
And I needed Tito to get me a tissue. No, no no no no… there was not supposed to be plumbing (and an air duct) right there, there was plumbing on the other side of the door… we assumed it was all in the same place. Sad tear. (“I’m going to have a monkey kidney.”)
This was while Mr. Darcy was out of the country for 2 weeks and I had no idea what to do. But, with the help of many individuals that I forced to stare at my wall and tell me what in the jaytch to do with it… I finally came up with a plan on how to make the two rooms feel more open and have better flow, without spending way more money than our budget allowed. Special thanks to Kelli, who I dragged out of her house pregnant and resting on the couch to rescue me during my kitchen emergency. She solved it. Nicest person ever!
We couldn’t knock the wall out, so instead he widened the door by almost 2 feet. And it’s great, just that alone made everything feel more open. I really am happy with it.
Then he raised my cabinets. They look crazy right now, but in the end it will all make sense, I swear.
And then I had to start scraping out the old floors/particle board. This is the sort of job that would probably go easier if a person had upper body strength, which I have not. But, it was a strangely satisfying job… Apparently, I enjoy tearing things out. I made the kids help me one day, and they did not feel the same. We uncovered this glorious faux brick linoleum. I love discovering what design choices the previous owners made. Someone told us that the kitchen used to have pine paneling on all the walls and ceiling, with this red brick linoleum on the floor. Oh, 70s, you were such a wacky decade.
(We discovered the pine ceiling while demoing the wall. I am currently trying to decide if I need it uncovered or not. I kind of think it would look amazing painted a pale blue, don’t you?)
And this is where we are at today. He is laying the new subfloor, so the cork should be ready to go down tomorrow. Happy Happy Joy Joy!
Did I mention that when my cork arrived I realized I ordered the wrong stuff? Groan. I once again needed to have a tiny little cry. But, I think that we will be able to make it work. I guess I will find out tomorrow.