Little House Process

Hooray!! Finally, a pretty kitchen. A dreamy one. One that felt like mine. A couple fun things to note: My lid rack secured to the side of the cabinet, thanks to pushing the stove a little closer to the wall, the drawer pulls with a pop of blue (more on those later), and, hello, blueberry muffins. My dear mother blew me away by having the bar-cart of my dreams appear on my front doorstep one morning. It became my coffee/tea bar immediately. I literally stopped everything and put that little nook together. Now, Bambi? Really? Yes. Bambi. Retro Bambi. The end.  Little details make a house a home. I swear by flowers. Not really, but you know what I mean. Grocery stores sell them cheap enough and they make a world of difference in a space. A simple platter to collect mail does too. Trust me. You'll feel like Carson delivers your mail to you personally on that platter and it'll make you grin. Granted, the bedsheet is still on my couch and the piles of unpacked boxes are still...

This was a big pat-on-the-back day -- finishing painting the cabinets! I still needed to sand and wash and prime and paint the doors but I was feeling pretty amazing having the end so near.

Voila! Priming the cabinets was like working magic on this space -- transforming the kitchen from a dated place to a dreamy and photographable space. It was such a big project but I remained motivated, in spite of my over-worked muscles, to finish it promptly because I was so sick of living in clutter and I wanted to have the dishes put back in place quickly and the build-up of dirty dishes cleaned and drying on the counter again. In moments of waiting for a coat to dry I turned my attention to pretty little details in my bedroom. It was about time!

The first coat of paint for the kitchen walls was accomplished! I had a new bouquet of flowers from a sweet girl who had brought them by the day after my 24hr "adventure" with the flu. The huge pile of boxes had been removed from my kitchen and redeposited in my entry way so that I could set up my bistro table in its place. Little by little and bit by bit Little House TWO was being finished.

The second bedroom, the spare room, had become my storage space for all the boxes of important items that werent going to be unpacked in this space but hadnt been carried to the basement yet. This space had not been touched yet. 

All the cabinets had been degreased and sanded. I had filled them with my dishes even though I knew Id just have to take them all back out in order to prime and paint in the near future but as I couldnt afford the paint just yet, I didnt mind. My countertops were cleared and situated. The kitchen was functioning now even if it wasnt fully finished. My living space continued to have little projects like a pile of books here and a couple of boxes there. My bedroom on the other hand was a disaster.