So then, after we tore everything out, my uncle, St. John, began to put it all back together again. We (and by "We" I mean "He") changed the layout, added new cabinets, replastered the ceiling, added new hardwood floors, new appliances, etc. etc. etc. Here's how it looked in between:
Actually, it looked like this for about 2 and 1/2 months. Our countertop order got messed up, and on the day it was supposed to be installed, I called to find out where they were. "They" was The Countertop Store in Maumelle. "They" had no idea what I was talking about, because the order was never placed. The man who came out to measure forgot to put the order in. "They" hung up on me three times and we suffered through many weeks (10 to be exact) of eating microwave dinners and washing dishes in the bathtub. But after my dad called and raised hell, we got the countertop for basically nothing.
That adorable little window was original. We centered the plumbing and sink right under it. My mother, St. Renea, tirelessly scraped 30 years worth of paint off of it so it could open.
We love our kitchen! It went from the ugliest room in the house, to one of my favorites. Thanks to family, friends, and a lot of hard work, I guess anything's possible!
Have a great Tuesday!