I thought I might give you the history of my kitchen today. Because, for being in my life for a short 2 years, it has a pretty extensive history.
Here is my kitchen when we very first met (April 2007):
She really didn't have a chance. I looked at her and I saw a beautiful clean canvas on which I would paint my heart out.
Here she is after her first coat of paint(May2007). Much better.
Imagine that, I was bored within a few months and decided she needed a little sprucing up(November 2007)!
I have been content with her for the past year or so. We made some lighting changes but that is about it. That random ceiling fan got the boot, as did the popcorn ceiling!
Well, a few days ago, I was cleaning my kitchen and I realized that I had some brown paint touch ups that needed to be done. While I was painting, I realized that 20 minutes of paint touch ups WOULD NOT quench my need to transform. To change.
I honestly could not even control myself as I walked to the garage and got the screw driver. First door off. Second.
A few days later and we have this:
It's my favorite so far.
A special thanks goes out to my husband, Kip, who has not divorced me for being psychotic. And to my kitchen, who has not revolted against my transformations YET.
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