...from this whole remodeling thing. HGTV makes it look all so easy, but what it doesn't show is how displaced a family of 6 can be when the hearth of the home is literally pulled by its seams so that something prettier can be installed.
(these are pretty maple cabinets waiting for their spot. we decided to say goodbye to our white builder grade cabinets)
It's not as if we have a large kitchen...I call my space a German kitchen because it's quite petite. But I learned how to cook in Germany and have become quite efficient despite the size, and with our large eat in area it is still the hearth of the home and ends up being where everyone congregates. I love this space.
Now that it's all in pieces, I'm a little discombobulated! The kitchen is the first thing I unpack after a move, and the last thing to pack up before we close up shop. It's like losing my favorite pair of earrings, or missing my size eight knitting needles. These are "needs", not "wants."
I know, you must think that by the way I am talking is that we are doing this DIY, but we aren't...we solicited professional help...and still I have grown 8 gray hairs since the beginning of this process. My postpartum hormones have run amok with all of the noise and the thoughts of not knowing where I am going to make my coffee. Our family, after all, survives on coffee and the pot and cups and sugar etc are like monuments in our kitchen - cherished, revered, and IN place.
Oh well, I guess it's paper plates and plastic cups for us, and the more than occasional washing of pots and pans in the bathtub, because there is no way I will want to eat out or order in every meal until everything is put back together.