When we bought our condo in 2009, it was after half a year of searching and no fewer than 100 real estate appointments. Our demands weren't outlandish - just a modest home with good bones that needed some TLC. Instead, we saw houses that reeked of gas fumes, that were sheltering squatters and angry raccoons in the basements, that had black mold filled attics. Finally, we found our little gem in the suburbs. It was the least maintained condo in the complex but it was structurally sound. The inside was a sea of beige 80s decor that we gladly looked past.
Over the past few years, we've renovated one of the bathrooms, redone the front hall, and painted the bedroom. This past fall, we tackled the kitchen and finally, FINALLY, it's the kitchen of my dreams.
Instead of sending the cabinets to the dump, we gave them new life with a fresh coat of paint and some simple hardware. The wood that used to enclose the top portion was pulled down, opening up much needed storage space. Beau's turning those scraps into shelves for the basement
The appliances have been replaced with all energy-efficient models. The hideous microwave from the late Cretaceous period was exchanged for a hood that keeps me from smoking out the house when I cook dinner. We picked basic subway tiles for the backsplash.
We hung up a pot rack and magnetic knife strip over the extended countertop, which is now my official bread making headquarters. After much deliberation, we went with granite instead of the recycled glass counters that we both love so much. In this case, resale value won out over environmentally friendliness. Sigh. Next time, Gadget...
The walls got a fresh coat of non-beige paint. The floors are bamboo, a quicker growing alternative to regular hardwoods. The counters and floors were the only parts that professionals helped with. The rest was accomplished in our spare time. We still spend most of our free time in the kitchen actually. It's our favorite bar, restaurant, and hang out. Now if you'll excuse me, I've got to get back in there.