Outdated appliances that were cheap to begin with, stained vinyl floor, particle board cabinets (and not a lot of them), a hideous chandelier in an awkward spot, and really, really bright red paint.
It all had to go.
Brendon and my dad knocked out this monumental task, with only minimal help from my mom and I (read, handing them stuff when they needed it and holding the door open for them to carry things outside), in under 4 hours. Impressive doesn't begin to cover it.
There they are, all finished up, proud and exhausted. The base cabinets gave a bit of a fight, but nothing these big strong fellas couldn't handle.
The gutted kitchen was in remarkably good shape. Sure there were a few holes in the wall, but they will all be hidden behind new cabinets; and there was a teeny bit of mold behind the sink, but it cleaned right up with some Clorox spray. The wooden subfloor is sturdy and even, and there's no signs of real damage. It was really interesting seeing all the layers of paint as previous owners became less thorough about moving things before painting. One corner looked almost like modern art.
The color on the far right is the one the finished kitchen will be, a marvelous terracotta.
The general contractor, plumber, and electrician will start work first thing Monday morning. Meanwhile, the room is empty and startling every time we pass through. And the cat is rather mystified by the whole thing.
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