I was going to post pictures of the demolition and rebuilding, but then you know what would happen, right? I'd spend two hours looking for pictures, then two hours cussing at the scanner, then decide to do it later, and POOF six months has passed and there's no blog post. So youse guys are just going to have to trust me on this without photographic evidence, kapeesh?
In any case, much as I do with all projects, I made a big ol' wish list of everything I'd want if I could have everything. That wish list kitchen kicked ass. I miss it. But after whittling it down with budget considerations, I realized the fireman pole had to go, along with the built in espresso machine with wifi so I could email it to make me coffee.
One thing that I decided I could NOT live without, however? A beer fridge. Now, if you enjoy beer as much as I do and of course you don't, you'd understand. If you are a normal person, you call it a "beverage refrigerator." I decided to justify it with the fact that it could hold pies at Thanksgiving. Obviously, then, it was FOR THE CHILDREN. My passionate longing for said fridge was exacerbated by the fact that for four long months during the construction, we used an old dorm-sized beer fridge covered with stickers as our only fridge. It sat in the dining room and had to hold beer, food, milk, chicken nuggets, beer. Also beer. And I just wanted to reward myself with a little spreading-out when the project was done.
The little extra fridge just for mommy's beers then turned into a whole wonderful area for mommy. The end of the kitchen had held a tiny sunroom, we took down the walls and I imagined a space with a comfy chair, my own television, a beer fridge and a wine fridge, maybe a plant and some books... I would start dinner and then recline, ever so lady-like with a cocktail while my pots bubbled happily. I knew then, that this area was non-negotiable. Under cabinet bread warmers would be sacrificed, it must be included.
And so it came to be.
On the left, beer fridge. In the center, TV. On the right, wine fridge. Across the way, girl-sized leather recliner. Ahh. |
And it was very good. I never actually sat in the chair and watched TV while pots bubbled, but a lot of other people did. And after some time, I totally forgot how expensive it is to order a custom-sized beverage refrigerator.
Look! Up above! Mommy's half yard glass. It makes her so happy she almost can forget about the dent in the stainless steel recycling bin. |
What treats await? Cold frosty barley pops, praytell? |
Afterall, Big Dude's beers were not invited to my civilized in-house beer fridge. They could stay out in the garage...in the fridge he'd brought home from work, 10 years ago. Icky.
"Gol-darned kids!" I proclaimed. "Messing with my little turny dial! I need this bitch at a 7!"
But she was at 7.
So I turned her to 9.
She sighed and shuddered her last breath.
I wept.
My beautiful, lovely, wonderful, feminine, custom-made, suitable for indoors beer fridge had died.
Okay, okay, I'll give you another sticker. |
Your kitchen is beautiful. And, I thought when I saw that second picture that you were Annie Oakley.
ReplyDeleteOl' fridge ain't what she used to be--
ReplyDeleteKitchen looks great. I love the dented bin. Those teenagers do like to leave their mark, don't they?
ReplyDeleteThink "at least it wasn't from Sears"!
ReplyDeleteMy Christmas gift wine chiller worked for only about a month. After reading lots of reviews on the handy little critters, I opted for buying fewer perishable food items and creating more space in the refrigerator for wine bottles!
ReplyDeleteOh my goodness, what a beautiful kitchen. BB gun and all!
ReplyDeleteI have learned never to get rid of the ugly, old, tried and trues.
OH THANK GOD you're back! I was beginning to think you didn't love your loyal followers?
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