Ugh!
Progress! (Inside cabinets) (I went a little overboard with the foam ;~D)
We ran outta paint. You can see what the uppers looked like before in the small cabinet over the sink.
We thought these metal cans were rather cool and kept them :~D
Ugh!
Progress! (Inside cabinets) (I went a little overboard with the foam ;~D)
We ran outta paint. You can see what the uppers looked like before in the small cabinet over the sink.
We thought these metal cans were rather cool and kept them :~D
Well that doesn't look so bad....
Wow! The kitchen looks brighter already. :-D
And that foam stuff looks like it would be easy to go overboard with. *laughing*
I think you have done a GREAT job! The kitchen looks great!
Rosie, I tell ya...it's miraculous what a little bit of attention and some paint can do! We moved in to a house on a river that was absolutely trashed! Filthy dirty! No kidding, in the display of the ovens it was half full of dead roaches, I kid you not...and the stove had a grill...a dead mouse was in the grease that the previous tenants had just left in there when they finished cooking! It was the "Farm Manager's Home" and we lived on the farm. The house was practically a mansion, but was so nasty it was unbearable.
Well, we set to work on it and clearned it up so nice that my mom had Dad's retirement party there! It was hugh! It had a pantry the size of Matthew and Joshua's current room! Two ovens! Powder-blue carpeting! It even had a swimming pool.
But the farm worked Steve round the clock 7 days a week and paid him less than the upkeep of the house! We couldn't pay our electric bill! They treated their illegal immigrant workers better than Steve...a professional with a Hort Degree!
So we left that gorgeous gigantic house in the bend of the river with the peach orchard next door and moved to Sapulpa Oklahoma. We left that house in spotless order. And owing almost $300 on the electric bill, which we paid off little by little from Oklahoma.
In my mind sometimes I'm still walking the grounds around that house with Matthew...only 18 months old. He'd hold up his hands and try to get me to give him some of my coffee...he'd say "Hot soppy? Hot soppy?"
Heh heh.
Those are neat tins, Rosie. Folks pay real money for them at flea markets and such.
