Someone recently asked for more photos of my kitchen, so here they are. We renovated it about three years ago. The renovation took about two years. Just kidding. The actual work only spanned about ten weeks; it took me two years to find a kitchen designer I liked.
The old kitchen had cabinets made of stained plywood, formica countertops from the fifties (retro!), and a fluorescent light over the sink. In fact, the sink was the only redeeming feature -- it was an old-fashioned deep double sink. Getting rid of that sink gave me a definite pang, but we needed the counter space. The stove was right next to the refrigerator, and the fridge was too deep for it's space and stuck out into the doorway to our den. Work triangle? Uhn-uh.
But back to those designers. The first one wanted to put my refrigerator in the pantry. There was no way I was giving up pantry space; that's like giving up diamonds! The second wanted to flip the whole kitchen and put the working space in the back, replacing the view to the garden with a bank of cabinets. No, thank you -- that's where our large country table is and would remain! The third guy came and measured, but never got back to us. I suspect he thought the job was too small; this is not one of those kitchens with acres of cabinets! We almost hired the fourth guy. I kept feeling uncomfortable about where he wanted to put the stove, though. His plan called for it to be 18 inches from the dreaded doorway -- the one that the old refrigerator stuck out into! No one would be able to walk past when anyone was cooking, and to drain a pot of boiling pasta water would entail crossing the main traffic path into the room. Aargh!
Then I went to see someone I knew from my daughter's basketball team. I was hesitant because I couldn't picture myself being able to "fire" him if I didn't like his design. Fortunately, I didn't have to worry about it. The design was great, and the cabinets were gorgeous. He was a joy to work with, and I got exactly the kitchen I wanted.
And it only took two years!