Let's Talk About Kitchens Again!

Hey, guys and dolls!  Know what time it is? It’s time to talk about kitchens. Again! 

That’s right, my favorite room in the house. I love my kitchen. I also hate it. I’m funny like that. 

At this very moment, my kitchen is dissatisfying. I’m being kind. It’s actually awful, and that’s because I didn’t get it right the first time. I thought I was happy when I wrote about it here. But I grew to hate the room. 

Let’s talk about black granite countertops. They’re so beautiful! At least until you make a sandwich. Add in the fact that I have three cats, and you can see how black granite might be a problem once in a while. 

I didn’t want black granite. I didn’t want granite at all. But it was on sale. 

And then there are my cupboards. They’re solid cherry! And I hate them. I know, I know. Some folks are so hard to please. 

It’s not the cherry that I hate, but the style. They’re ultra contemporary with no design appeal of any kind, in my opinion. My house was built in 1890. You can see the problem with a contemporary design.  

But the cupboards were gratis from the interior design office where I worked back in the day. If anyone can pass up free, solid cherry kitchen cabinetry, I’d like to meet them. I’m not quite that strong. 

Now let’s move to the kitchen floor. Mr. V. and I had a great idea. We built the flooring from 2x8 pine boards. And let me tell you, it was gorgeous. At least until we lost our minds and painted it black. Sinner loved it because she could see her reflection. But it didn't hold up well with two dogs and now three cats.

Sometimes, we’re not the brightest bulbs in the box. 

Those things -- the cupboards, countertops and floor --  are anchors in my kitchen. Sadly, my anchors are confused and muddled. They aren’t worth a flip. Neither are my windows, but that’s a whole different story. 

If I could have any kitchen at all, it would have a bohemian/cottage sort of vibe. Some days, I’m in love with white-on-white. And other days, nothing is more appealing to me than rich, warm colors. Here are some ideas I’ve found at Houzz that really ring my bell. 

First, look at this. Just look at it. I wish my staircase led to the kitchen instead of heading straight into my front door. I love the mix of color here, especially the dark stained cupboard against the white and glass. 

Photo by Dura Supreme Cabinetry - Look for traditional kitchen pictures

I could live in this room. Think I'm joking? I'd set up a feather bed in front of the hearth and I'd be all set. I really want a fireplace in my kitchen. I really want a keeping room, to be honest. 

Photo by John Milner Architects, Inc. - More farmhouse kitchen photos

I've talked about this room before. There's something about the mix of color and texture here that makes me happy. 

Photo by The Workshops of David T. Smith - More rustic kitchen photos

I'm usually not a fan of turquoise in a kitchen. But this is just lovely. 

Photo by Tobi Fairley Interior Design - Search farmhouse kitchen pictures

This is a red that I could live with. Not too blue, not too brown, not too orange. If I trimmed out my existing cupboards to give them more personality, I could paint them barn red and have something similar. 

Photo by New England Design Elements - Discover farmhouse kitchen design inspiration

One of my first loves, Windsor chairs. I'm not a fan of straight-backed chairs. I like a chair that hugs me. 

Photo by Catalano Architects - Search beach style dining room design ideas

Wood countertops might seem silly. But they're no more vulnerable to burns and scratches than laminate. In some ways, they're better. If there's a mishap, it can be sanded out and refinished. I wouldn't seal the wood with urethane, either. I'd only work a mixture of beeswax and mineral oil into the wood, the same as butcher block countertops get. They'd age, mellow and look better over time. 

Photo by Mike Smith / Artistic Kitchens - More traditional kitchen photos

I really love this dinette. I'm not crazy about square or rectangular tables. And I have a strong distaste for kitchen bar/island seating. It looks nice, which is why I built a beautiful island in my kitchen and turned the back side into a bar. But it's not comfortable, which is why I took a sledgehammer to it last summer. 

Disliking bar seating puts me firmly in the minority, I'm sure. But I'm not overly tall. And the older I get, the less I like having anything in my house feel like a chore. I don't like climbing up to sit down, and I don't like choosing between letting my feet dangle or catching my heels on a chair rung. No, I like my seating at seat level, thankyouverymuch. This space looks comfy and inviting. Extra kudos for the book shelf.

Photo by Whitstable Island Interiors - Browse beach style dining room photos

Trying to choose a real theme for my kitchen has been more challenging than I thought. Mr. V. and I clash when it comes to style. I want a home that looks warm and lived in. He's not sure what he wants, but he knows what he doesn't like when he sees it. Haha!

Hopefully, I'll one day have this old girl the way that I want her. But if I didn't have a project or five ahead of me, I wouldn't know what to do with myself.



XOXO

Oh Glorious Gardening!

I don't get out a lot. That's a fact. My mom tells me so. My sister does, too. So does my hubby. It was also brought to my attention by one of my editors recently!

I write. A lot. I am in a constant state of home renovations. There's always something for me to tackle in this 125+ year old house. I wrangle my dogs. I try to keep my cats out of trouble.

There are many things that I love to do. I love working on my home. That brings me so much joy. Even the big projects, such as gutting the downstairs bathroom this summer and rebuilding it from scratch. That's on the agenda this year. So is tearing down the old deck and building a new one.

I love writing. A day when I can't write is a day when I feel like I'm a little bit more insane. I love to cook. I knit, crochet, weave, sew, felt, and make lots of different things. I love doing laundry and hanging things on the line. I even love to clean!

But there is no place where I feel more whole and happy than when I have my hands in the dirt. It grounds me, no pun intended. I guess I inherited that from my amazing dad. He could look at a plant and it would just grow. One of his many gifts.

So I ask you. If you lived here, would you ever want to go anyplace else? It's true, I'm not crazy about my neighborhood. But I am cultivating a fantasyland right in my own yard. I love it!

This is my happy place.

Peonies from my yard

Gladiolus from my garden

Gorgeous, giant sunflowers towering over the garage! 

Camelot rose

Baby pink tea roses

Knockout rose just getting established

Part of my wild, wild perennial garden

Neighbor's cat, Kasey, checking out the garden

My fist love, morning glories, tumbling over one of the fences out back

Perennials in my garden

Perennials in the garden, and the first year my calla lilies ever bloomed

Two trees bent, wrangled, braided and otherwise wrestled into a garden archway

Red dianthus

Red Asian lilies. They are enormous, much larger than they appear here. 

African daisies

So proud of this little wattle fence that I wove

Sunsprite rose. This type smells amazing! 

Veronica (Speedwell) 

Camelot rose. 

I built a little homestead for any fairies who might want to take up residence in the garden

Wild, wild, wild and I love it!

More Sunsprite and Camelot roses

Bleeding heart

Part of my new walkway. It's time consuming, but so worth it! 

When the privet is in bloom, there are bees and butterflies everywhere!

Naturally occurring archway out back that formed from hackberry, porcelain vine, a mulberry tree, and who knows what else! 

One of my favorite things. A bent an old silver spoon, drilled and turned into a screen door handle for the kitchen. If there's anything crafty to be done, I'm all over it! 

My Mister and me. He's not here these days, but hopefully soon he'll be back to enjoy everything that I've done with our gardens since he's been gone. <3 

My Favorite Old House Renovation Things

This little thing is magic. MAGIC! 

As a lover of all things old house rehab, time and sweat and a lot of sore muscles (not to mention ruined manicures) have given me an appreciation for certain tools. Sometimes, they’re conventional. Sometimes they’re not. Right now, I’m in love with a little steaming tool. It cures an awful lot of old house renovation ills without a lot of effort.

This is a Dirt Devil Handheld Easy Steam machine. It’s not very big, which is a good thing because it’s portable. But it’s powerful. Don’t get your fingers too near the tip. Trust me on this. Good things do not happen when skin and hot steam meet.

What makes this steamer awesome is that it removes stuff that you don’t want, and it does it without anything besides water and electricity.

This is my favorite tip because it concentrates the steam. 

Got 100 years of paint on a set of door hinges? Not for long, you don’t. No soaking overnight in a crock pot, and no paint remover required.

Crud built up along a baseboard seam? This tool obliterates it AND it blows out the gunk so that all you have to do is wipe it up. You don’t even have to scrub.

What about mineral deposits around the base of a faucet handle? If it hasn’t corroded the metal badly, this steamer will soften up the deposits so that many of them will wipe off, and others only need a little nudge with a fingernail plastic scraper. The metal will shine big time. It even cleans decades of old, miserable grease off kitchen tile.

The steamer also strips paint from wood. Whaaat? Yep. It does.

The steaming part is really fun. 

REALLY fun.

I’ve been stripping my staircase for longer than I’d like to admit. It’s got more than 125 years of paint and varnish on it, and even the most eye-watering, fumey paint strippers just don’t work well. This morning, I wondered if steam would work better than paint strippers. It does.

It just peels right off. 

Awww yeah, this paint is gonna be TOAST! 

Sometimes your favorite old house rehab tools weren’t necessarily born for a job, but they work great just the same. If you can save some hours of labor? Even better.