seven year itch (part 2)

mock wood laminate table tops. hope that was the right choice ☻
the kitchen boys have gone. i've been elbow deep in soapy water and am getting baths and showers of the unbelievable kind. i am so not a cleaning lady, but am taking up brush and dustpan right now. 

kitchen sink (and hidden dish washer) turned 45°
... and water. splashing it all over. not just the kitchen either, but also in the front room, where i completely forgot to cover the open books sideboard. yep. i have been sorry about that. 

all so pristine and white. for now. just for now
naturally, we are singing while doing all of this cleaning malakey, for a new wave has come and i am riding it, even if i am afraid of deep water. i will be singing till sunday night, when i hopefully finish all chores.

as good as done with putting things back in livable order, i mean, the complete ground floor level
how do you like my new kitchen then, he? can i say i am completely smitten, i love it and i want to kiss it, and kiss it all over again. and then start right at the beginning of kissing it. 

vases. as blurry as blurry comes
this is probably the best of all the renov works that have gone on. i mean, seven years is no mean feat, and seeing an end to the strain is just so relieving that i think i can now let go of my fysiotherapist (joking). 

yeah, oh YEAH! totally blew that promise to self to stay away from cake. too good!
soon it'll be drinks and tapas for sure, over those fancy worktops, and people filling the space and i allow you to stroke my sideboards too. come on, you really fancy that, don't you? ☺

have a beautiful sunday and enjoy another week in the docks! 

seven year itch (part 1)

still in kitchen, 2015
but not in a bad way. it seems i've been cooking in an improvised kitchen for nigh on seven years, who'd have told me that and would i have believed anyone on the subject? 

old fridge, broken coffee brewer, lost magnetic thingeys. happy though, 2010
it all started with absolutely nothing. i remember christmas 2010, an icy cold evening, a bit of splendid cheddar cheese in the fridge and crispy bread. i felt rich. the fridge stood in the bathroom. 

yeah, that tiny camping stove, 2010
that bathroom sided as a slapdash kitchen for over 6 months, until it shifted north, into the now studio, where it grew into a well and true kitchenette, camping stove included. 

brand new floor, moving to and fro cupboards and table to build a makeshift proper kitchen, 2014
cold feet i had when we moved the whole she-bang downstairs at a point some two years later, when the floor finally got finished. old stacked cupboards, trestle stands and a vintage door became our new hub.

painting vintage sideboards, 2016
and so we paddled on, now and then moving the table, painting an old cupboard, changing the scenario as time, years, passed. under my breath always still cursing those odd worktop levels.

the day the kitchen bits arrived, july 5th, 2017
i pondered upon an ikea kitchen at a certain point, but years of renovation are taking a certain toll and i just didn't fancy the idea of building (yet again). and a fitting kitchen at that? noh-hoh.  

emptied out kitchen once again, july 11th, 2017
i took a 180° turn and hauled in the professional kitchen team, to bring me the hopefully creme de la creme of smooth worktops, sliding / silent cupboard fronts, brand new electrical devices and proper fittings. 

after a day's hard graft, putting up the fitted kitchen, part 1, july 11th, 2017 (45° turn from above image)
all of it designed pretty close to white, so space keeps residing in our kitchen. and all appliances can either be shown, or hid inside cupboards. oh! glory! my dream has landed. finishing pics tomorrow. ♥