Friday, March 29, 2013

Kitchen Remodel:If you are gonna make an omelet, you have to break a few eggs.

They say a picture is worth a thousand words.  On that premise, I will let these photos of the deconstruction process tell the story. Yes, it was loud, it was noisy, it was dirty  and it was filled with laughter.
Notice the photo of my husband, Rick.  The t-shirt below his green chambray shirt states, "I WANNE BE LIKE JOHN."  John is one of my eight brothers, actually he is a year or so younger than me.  John is our main carpenter when it comes to any building project around our house.  He built the addition for my business, along with the cabinets,  deck and wheelchair ramp.  The gorgeous built in unit in my front room is his handy work, along with the garage interior.  Rick and John are more like friends than brothers-in-law.  They call each other just because and working together for them is pleasure.  John has always said, "I Wanna be like Rick."  The t-shirt I made for Rick makes John laugh every time he sees it.  And yes, John has one that states, "I wanna be like Rick."
Anyway, back to the remodel project.  Rick and I have discussed this for years.  Ten days ago the dream morphed into reality.  As the menfolk removed trim work, I had the thrill of putting a hammer through the plaster.  Because my doctor, also my son, instructed me to be careful, my weapon of choice was a sixteen ounce tool instead of the sledge hammer I used in my imagination.  I have it on video, but not a photo.  Sorry.

Coat Closet that never shut properly
Hours before deconstruction
Better a foot in a wall than a foot in the mouth.

Rick is putting his foot down, I mean through.

 A happy worker is a good worker.

Rick's cousins, Paul and Tom Rottinghaus.  

My nephew, Josh.  John is his dad.

Back Entrance from garage
   Still trying to figure out why I put those headers there in the narrow walkway.  Oh, well,  'YOU'RE OUTTA HERE!"

Plumbing 101:  Scorching MAY occur.
Plumbing 101:  Improper installation of stove vent.
 I guess our plumbers in 1979 forgot to read the manual, PLUMBING 101.   I'm sure it must have stated: 
 Never, never, never direct a stove vent into the wall.    SO GLAD we never had a fire!  Rick discovered this and fixed the mistake.  Thank God! for a husband who is brilliant.
Plumbing 101 -Moisture barrier will melt.

Pennisula - gone!
No more closet.

 Things are really changing.  And fast.  The room echoes as we walk on the rosin paper, speak or even whisper.  No soffets, minimal counters and nothing on the walls.
No more swinging on the spindles boys.
The laminate floor we installed ten years ago is gone and will be replaced with hardwood, bamboo, to be exact.  John is building the cabinets in his shop and will install them when finished.  The counter top is ordered.  I decided to go with a solid surface.  The backsplash, once lovely wall paper will be three inch by six inch subway tile. We have hired a small, local business to purchase and install this for us. We are working on paint color.  Again, we will order through a small business.  The fluorescent above my counters was replaced with can lighting.
Lighting is installed.
The ceiling fan in the kitchen will not be replaced, photos later will reveal the reason. :)
Laminate flooring is in the garage.
What WAS I thinking?

Stay tuned for further updates as they occur.

Thursday, March 28, 2013

Kitchen Remodel 101, the dream.

The year was 1979 and I was excited about my new kitchen, my new home.  My dad, husband and brothers-in-law constructed a ranch home on the farm  and I was the happy homemaker.  The kitchen felt so spacious, the cupboards were state of the art, a roll out shelf for my cookware and a deep pantry.  A hood range was a new feature for me, a bride of four years.  We had two children, ages 3 and 11 months, and this space felt like a mansion to me.

We loved our home.  As our family soon included an additional two children and we made use of all the space we had.  Our children grew and the house shrank.  My tall teenage sons seemed to fill each room with just their feet and legs alone.  But our home was mostly filled with laughter, love, those squabbles siblings endure and lots of hard work.  The kitchen was the central hub.  We spent time around our oval wooden table sharing meals, ideas, quips and events of the day.  As the mother bear of this household, I cooked three meals a day for my cubs.  Breakfast was eggs, pancakes, waffles or muffins, all mixed and stirred using my favorite recipes.  Many roasts, pasta meals and hamburgers made the trek from stove to table to bellies.

Now, it's 2013, our children are grown and have lives of their own.  We have doubled in numbers, as well as girth.  Our even dozen family bump bottoms, elbows and other unmentionable body parts when we try gather for a meal in our kitchen/dining area.  Rick and I made the decision a year ago to remodel the kitchen by removal of  half walls with spindles and a coat closet that never shut properly from the day it was built.

These next few posts will allow you, my readers, to peek into our home and watch as we take out the old and bring in the new.  I expect my home will be a complete disaster for few weeks.  But as they say, if you are going to make an omelet, you have to break a few eggs.