The Kitchen. Heart of the home. Hope of my heart. I've never had a kitchen that was everything I wanted it to be-yes, that is a first-world issue, and I am completely aware of it. That said, the opportunity is here to create something functional that I will also love. It needs to have (according to my very long wish list): plenty of light; an island; a glass cooktop; plenty of storage; a baking cabinet; [marble countertops--impossible with the coffee-hounds in my family because I do not intend to bleach and scrub every day and a half]; the ability for many people to be in it at the same time, because this is where people just end up, isn't it?
High expectations. And with our budget.... well, not so easy.
First, though, the "where we started." This is the kitchen and butler's pantry--two adjoining rooms. I give the former owner a lot of credit for raising a large family using this kitchen. Here are photos from our first walk through before we bought the house. Let me just say that the photo on the top left is the built-in butler's cupboard, and it literally is what made me fall in love with the house. The top middle photo is the rest of the butler's pantry, with its newer cabinets, the huge freezer, the washer and dryer which were on the opposite wall, and the realtor showing us the place. The top right photo is the sink/radiator wall, which adjoins a wall with door into a full bath (that has two doors! one of them with a glass window!). Bottom left, you've seen this in a previous post, and bottom middle and right continue the sweep around the room-the door next to the stove leads to the butler's pantry.
It took more than a year, but here are the pics from that process. The digging was scary; what was scarier was the way the back of the house was suddenly suspended over...nothing. This is the stuff you never see afterwards, the stuff that takes all the money and sucks out all the enthusiasm before you ever get to fun things like cabinets and countertops. Some photos of the excavation and setting/pouring forms:
Some more photos of the scary part. That white door is the door from the old kitchen into the bathroom-yes, the glass door somehow survived all this.
More posts as more happens...!