Thursday, October 13, 2016

Why I live in the basement.

When My Guy and I bought our house, we took one look at the kitchen and promptly announced that we couldn't possssssibly live with it.

That was five and a half years ago. We've totally been living with it.

We weren't being pretty, pretty princesses - someone had taken a hammer to the countertops. They were cracked and big chunks were missing. The cabinets had once been nice but had been beaten up. And the entire space was dark and tiny and not maximized.

So, the kitchen we couldn't possibly live with? We've been living with.

Until we were just done living with it and dug all the loose change out of the sofa cushions and started a remodel.

Now, God love our contractor. He lives in our neighborhood and is familiar with these old houses. And the subs are clearly artisans and doing stuff right.

However.

It's been 10 days. The house is filled with dust. Big Doodle is losing his mind and chewing himself some new hotspots as stress relief. I'm starting to feel like a troll who never leaves the basement. Because the basement is the least dusty area of the house, and I work from home.

Sounds swell, right? Join me on a photographic journey of remodeling a kitchen ...

The before. Yeah, those aren't bad looking cabinets at first glance. They will be great repurposed in the laundry room. And yes, that's as bright as the room ever got. I took this photo when the afternoon sun was at its brightest. No small-print cookbooks in use here!
This is the entire kitchen. Envision two adults attempting to cook together while an 80-pound labradoodle does his best throw rug impersonation. Good times!

This extreme close-up shows the worst of the broken countertop. Why yes, yes that is a jagged faux-granite top. Why yes, yes I have sliced my hand open on it more times than I can count. Hurray!
So, My Guy and I emptied all the cabinets, which was something because I had crammed stuff in every possible space. And then we moved the fridge in preparation for demo. Of course, the best place to put the fridge just happened to be right next to the front door.
I thought this was mega-tacky until I realized that it means I can offer my guests a cold beverage the very second they arrive. You know, with all the entertaining that one does during a major remodel.

So, demo day came. And at the end, the kitchen looked like this.
My mom said it's the minimalist look and is totally in. That kind of squelched my panic. Kind of.

So, now the different dudes are doing their different flavors of magic. The plumbers have been here, and the electricians were here for two and a half days (!Viva la old house wiring!). Everything is dusty. I'm still in the basement.

I was astounded and a little bit jealous that the electricians can just write their to-do list on the wall in Sharpie. Wouldn't that be pretty fun?
I decided a little vandalism was OK. After all, it's my house.
It's my house ... and have I mentioned the dust? We've mopped like three times, which is kind of like slamming your head against the wall for no good reason. So, that's a bummer. But Big Doodle is really enjoying the paper that's down to protect the floors.
Yeah, that's totally our dishwasher. Out in the open. It's the latest style.

Big Doodle is also enjoying lounging in our makeshift kitchen area in the basement.
It's not a bad set up, really. I was really proud of myself for using the little shelf thing as a mini pantry. It's about the same amount of food storage that we had in our old kitchen, actually. But you might notice that something is missing.

Our sink is in the unfinished part of the basement. And yes, I have logged approximately 43,729 steps between the card-table kitchen and the sink just in the last three days.
I'm thankful we have a sink in our basement. It was my birthday gift a few years ago because I am a wild and crazy birthday girl. The challenge now is that the back wall of the kitchen is open directly above the sink. (See also: unfinished area of basement.) So, every time the worker dudes drill or pull out more plaster, crap comes raining down into the basement, to the sink area.

Yes, we're using a lot of paper plates. I figured Mother Nature would understand. Uh ... I'm conserving water by not washing plastic dishes every time somebody uses a drill. You're welcome!

So, all this to say ... don't remodel your kitchen. Or, if you do? Go on vacation while it's happening. Or, just make sure you have a super luxurious basement because you will be living there. Like a hermit. A hermit who has to wear a bra alllllll the time because people are constantly in and out of the house. Clearly, no one has ever faced such a terrible hardship.

If you wanted to share stories of remodeling triumph, that would be cool. Right now, there is no light at the end of the tunnel.

6 comments:

Green Girl in Wisconsin said...

Oh wow. That is hands down the worst, most labor-intensive room to remodel. I'd go bananas living in that situation. That said, I can't wait to see the final version and I know it will be worth it.
The idea of that gash in the countertop makes me cringe.

Andrea said...

That first picture made me feel all sort of claustrophobic! The refrigerator is fantastic, as your new kitchen will be and you will appreciate it sooooo much after this! (Those people on HGTV are barely inconvenienced half the time, and probablynever lift a dustrag ...maybe they aren't as grateful for a lack of dust and full size sink)

Kari Wagner said...

The moral of this blog post is this: everyone should have a refrigerator in their living room.
Also, refrigerator is hard to spell at 7:20 in the morning.

Becky said...

I have a few friends who've been brave enough to do a kitchen remodel. All of them took months and most of them moved out for the duration. Those who did not completely enclosed the work area in plastic and temporary plywood walls.

You are brave. I don't think I could live through a kitchen remodel.

Nance said...

I am married to a contractor, and I feel your pain. Because, when we undertook major reno work, we Did It "OURselves", which means here and there and on weekends and FOR ALL ETERNITY SO HELP ME GOD. My entire kitchen was in my dining room for approximately eleventy billion years, which is how long I was finding drywall dust in every single nook and cranny of my whole house and body, but let's not go there.

Did he/we hang plastic curtain barriers to mitigate the dust? Oh, certainly. That does not matter at all.

All of which is to say, YOU ARE NOT ALONE. Wear your halo with pride and purpose. Buy an expensive crystal wineglass and vow to drink elegantly (and more). Make sure you put in that kitchen exactly what you want NOW. You don't want to ever, ever have to do anything to it ever again.

Bless you.

kinderny said...

We sooo could not manage how you are doing it. This summer we evaded it by refusing to replace our 40 year old cabinets, and doing everything else 6-8 weeks apart. First the floor, then the counters, then the backsplash (then the floor again because the backsplash worker gouged the floor- but this was done for free.) We only had to be out of the kitchen for 2 days at a time, each go round so it was much more doable for us. I do feel your pain, though.