Posts Tagged ‘kitchen’

In honor of Margaret and Amy, who asked very nicely for these pictures, I give you the final paint job pictures:

A few shots before the painter’s tape was removed…
directly from patio doors

(With a “before” picture, in case you can’t remember the horror of that wallpaper…)

Looking into the kitchen from the living room…
north/west corner
I love how much the woodwork pops out with this new color!

(The reference picture, from the same point…)
(I hate even looking at this now. I’m amazed we lived with it for a year.)

The south-ish wall.
painting by Matt
The painting is by a friend of ours, Matt, who picked up painting all on his own and is self-taught. We have several other canvases of his, and this one (which previously lived in NinjaHusband’s office) fit right in with the kitchen. Hooray!

Kitchen, looking left from main room

We still have a lot to put into it, but I’m so happy with the way it looks now. So. Happy. The dining table and the bookshelf have switched places, so it’s easier to get in and out through our patio doors, which is a big improvement. The kitchen feels much more liveable and happy now.


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The wallpaper having been vanquished, we moved on to painting.

This was July 19th. I had to work on the Saturday following a full week off work (yes, it was as awesome as it sounds), so we tackled the priming on Sunday.

NinjaHusband had already taped the ceiling and countertops and everything else, because he is a more precise and focused person when it comes to that sort of thing. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: he should have been in the tiny tiny bathroom taking off that devil wallpaper.

Moving on!

See the stellar taping job…

Where I started priming with Killz…

Behind the stove…

And here it is, all done.





At this point, I could have stopped the whole process and been content. I mean, does this even look like the same kitchen? Of course it does. But it felt so much bigger, so much more open, and so much less hypnotic. It’s plain white, and it’s lovely because I don’t want to vomit or murder someone when I go in there anymore, and I call that a success.

One more set, the painted set, coming up. We still don’t have curtains, curtain rods, and new switchplates yet, and the glass tile backsplash exists only in my head as of yet (we are currently disagreeing about colors), but the painting is done.

Hint: the color is called Sweet Illusion. ILLUSIONS, MICHAEL!

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My memories of Day Two of The Great Wallpaper Caper are a bit vague and misty, probably due to the sheer excruciating pain of the tiny bathroom. I hate that thing now.

Moving on!

We got the dining area completely paper-free,


as well as the over-the-sink area,


and realized that the pantry was apparently installed after they wallpapered the alcove. Seriously, the paper went all the way back.

I will make you my bitch over the next 5 hours!

NinjaHusband decided to just cover the food and cut the paper where it met the woodwork, and that is what we did.


That’s kind of it for pictures from Day 2, and I will tell you why. It is because I spent 90% of my day in the tiny tiny bathroom, spraying disgusting chemicals onto the walls and into the air and over my head, and not getting very far. I have said before that I don’t have a big ability to focus on projects that I hate, unless there is suitable compensation, and on this day the radio was too far away from the bathroom for me to hear it (plus I had the overhead fan on constantly).

You know how doing a sucky job can be made better, or at least marginally less sucky, if you can rock out to good music? I know how that works too, and it wasn’t happening for me in the tiny tiny bathroom. All I heard was the roar of the fans (the overhead plus the floor fan), the skish skish of the spray bottle of Dif, and the voice in my head going on and on about “Why am I in this bathroom? How come N gets to be in the big huge kitchen where no Dif spray lands on him because he can MOVE OUT OF ITS WAY? Why the buggering fuck isn’t this paper coming off easily OH MY GOD?” And so on. All of this crap kind of washed up on the shore of my mind, piling higher and higher as the day went on until about 2:00 in the afternoon when I went to pull off a strip of paper THAT I HAD WORKED LONG AND HARD TO LOOSEN and it just broke. Immediately I flipped out (quietly, and I didn’t break anything [maturity!!!], but still totally flipped out), washed my hands, and walked out the door. I threw a terse and snappy “I’m going for a walk and when I come back there should be something else I can do” at NinjaHusband and then went on a walk around our neighborhood.

Twenty minutes of hard walking will do wonders for my ability to cope with a situation. Hell, just getting out of that tiny tiny bathroom did wonders for my ability to cope. At 2:30 some friends of ours stopped by to see how things were getting on and their enthusiasm helped me feel loads better.

The kitchen did get completely de-papered that weekend, but the tiny tiny bathroom … well. There is still a bunch of paper to remove. Most of it is because I bailed, but a lot is because we have to take apart the toilet to remove the wallpaper behind it. At this point we don’t know what we’re going to do to the decor (other than paint the walls), and we figure we’ll just tackle that room all at once, rather than taking the toilet apart twice or leaving it unusable for however long it takes us to get the bathroom sorted.

As I type the kitchen is almost done. I’ll put up pictures of the rest of the process soon.

Final count: Round 1 to Keyberts, Round 2 to Satan’s Wallpaper.

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I haven’t forgotten or fallen off the internet again, just couldn’t upload pictures at home (grr!) and had to wait till I got to the public library where the internet connection is fat and happy.


A few last looks…

The kitchen, looking in front of the patio doors

The tiny bathroom. Notice the floor-to-ceiling wallpaper. This will be important later.

The table and patio doors

We covered the table, laid out the tools, and moved the whole thing into the center-ish of the dining area. Then the mayhem began.


NinjaHusband started on the wall with the patio doors.


I started in the tiny bathroom. Why? N is way more meticulous and can stay focused longer than me, so why wasn’t he in the horrible, awful enclosed space?


There was much wailing and gnashing of teeth on my part. I do not enjoy tiny, enclosed spaces filled with wallpaper-stripping chemicals and floor-to-ceiling wallpaper and really bad lighting. I may have stomped around a bit. Miyagi sensed my wrath and, in her despair and confusion, gave a cry for help.


De-papering continued…

Hello! I am the obnoxious yellow that lurked beneath your horrific wallpaper!

Heather, bless her, stopped by to give us a hand…

And also to mock us, apparently

And I found these two gems in the tiny tiny bathroom…

Speaking of obnoxious paint beneath the wallpaper…


Somewhere in the depths of this tiny tiny bathroom’s history, someone decided to try their hand at a free-form mural of … flowers? coral? …something totally ugly. And when they wisely decided to cover that up, they sadly (a) chose this wallpaper, and (b) when they got to this inset to hold a medicine cabinet which is looking at the backside of the drywall from the kitchen wall, chose to paper the BACKSIDE OF THE DRYWALL. Because that makes all the sense.

After that discovery, we decided to pack it in for the day and drink some beer. Wouldn’t you?

Round Two coming soon.

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I’m trying to upload pictures of the kitchen to show you what we’ve done to it so far, but today is not my day for internet goodness.

Hi! Remember me?! I’m completely obnoxious!!
This is an old picture of the kitchen.

We are going to get rid of this godawful wallpaper this weekend and I am so excited I could pee my pants. We’ve been living with this Grid of Doom for almost a year, because priority went first to our bedroom, then to the two offices/bedrooms, and then to enduring the winter, and most recently to fixing the small flood in our basement. It’s a fun combination of lazy and crisis that has kept us from giving the kitchen the attention it deserves.

No longer! Last night we moved the chairs into the garage, the table into the middle of the room, the cookbook shelving unit into the living room, and all foods and food-prep items (salt & pepper shakers, knife block, utensil holders) into cupboards. Then we took those little piranha things (not actual piranhas, this kind of piranha) and scored the hell out of the wallpaper in the kitchen and the small bathroom, in which the wallpaper is a floor-to-ceiling kind of deal and so, so gross.

Even though NinjaHusband and I have removed wallpaper from the three bedrooms, we didn’t really do much of that together. N and his brother took our bedroom (and got the crappier deal, as that wallpaper was seemingly adhered with superglue), my Mom and I took my office/guest room (the one with the creepy doll wallpaper… remember?) …

New House - my office

… and N did his office alone, which was very lovely for me.

I’m not sure how this weekend is going to turn out. I may end up with a blank canvas of a kitchen and only some mild-namecalling, or I may end up punting my husband (or getting punted by him) out the door.

Hopefully when it comes time to share all the gory details with the blog I will have a better internet situation and be able to actually upload pictures.

If you’ll excuse me, I have to go mix the Dif.

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Goings-on in my kitchen

1. I was preparing a recipe the other day and realized I owned zero tarragon, despite the overflowing spice shelf:

And no freaking tarragon

2. While slicing a shallot for my dinner, I was greeted with an obscene gesture.

Mooned by my food

Totally uncalled for, really. The saucy shallot quickly became, well, sauce.

3. I either have a cold or my sinuses are secretly stuffing themselves full of cotton while I’m not looking, because I’m having a hard time sleeping, breathing, and concentrating these past few … ooh, shiny! The only thing that’s helping me so far is hot tea (preferably lemon) with whiskey and honey and possibly a dash of lemon juice.

Cold remedy

With much thanks to Femiknitter who told me about such life-giving sustenance several years ago, likely when I was stuffed up and she didn’t want to listen to me snort and sniffle any longer.

My brain is still MIA, so please ignore the pointless and nonsensical posts. Or don’t. Whatever, I don’t care. Do what you want. It’s cool. No, really. I can handle your judgment, so please yourself.
(Except the other day, when I actually typed “smartitude” on my blog and let it stay there? Yeah, I can’t handle the judgment on that one. Ignore it.)

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