|Our Grove of Truffala Trees|
|"Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot...."|
The other fantastic thing about slowing down this week is that I'm three for three on running into a friend/colleague out in public and having an opportunity to clear whatever perceived urgencies were on my day's list and just spend time talking, connecting face-to-face, and even brainstorming. These connections are so important, especially to a most-of-the-time-stay-at-home-parent who finds it all too easy to stay in her little cocoon at home. Had it not been for this remodeling mess keeping us away from the house, I might have rushed home from all morning activities instead of taking time to sit and relax over coffee, piles of kids' library books, or a goopy table of art supplies. The question is, will I go back into this shell once the kitchen is done? Let's hope not. Especially with "spring" just a month or so away, I'm hoping to spend mornings out and about. And--to bring people into our home once our new entertaining space if finished--I'm also tempted to host a Sunday morning pancake breakfast (an idea I culled from one of my spontaneous friend visits this week!), preserving parties, or a night of board games and vino.
Before I flash photos of our gutted kitchen, I have to add another realization that popped up during the redesign process. A couple of weeks ago I was having a phone conversation with a woman at the company from which we bought our new range hood/vent system. As we were discussing the ease of cleaning, the representative was saying "...if you're frying something...versus just preparing some mac 'n cheese in a pot on the stove..." For a few moments I was totally stumped at how one would make macaroni and cheese stovetop. I asked her what she meant because I always bake mine in the oven. She said "oh, you must be from the South." Well, Paris, IL may seem borderline "southern," but mine isn't the classic Gulf-area comfort food. Basically, I had forgotten that I'd ever prepared mac 'n cheese from a box on the stovetop. Though I felt slightly ignorant for not understanding what this woman meant, I later realized that I've become far enough removed from certain aspects of the processed food world that I've simply erased them from my memory. And I guess that's okay. I can only hope that Vera will never know the creamy noodle dish that comes out of a blue box, but if she does we'll have fun comparing it to the made-from-scratch version.
Here's the status. Most of these were taken last week. The progress has exceeded our expectations!
|All the cabinets are gone, power is out!|
|Say goodbye to the last bit of Cream City brick in our house|
|I love seeing the guts of our house|
|Lots of great space in this back galley-way--|
soon to be open pantry and computer stations
|Messages in a fine German scrawl from the woman who built our house--|
her instructions for the last remodel,
"Fasten to floor before setting cabinet in place."
|Behind the chimney was the plumbing to the upstairs|
1/2 bath we installed a few years ago--it will be tucked
into the wall to give us more cabinet space
|Chimney is gone completely done to the basement. |
More storage space down there now--soon to be
|Floor is pulled up|
|New doorway from kitchen to dining room|
|Some surprise pipes. And soon they'll seal up the old doorway|
|Dropping the ceiling|
|Maple flooring is in, pipes are tucked, |
soffit still needs clipping to mirror diagonal on
|Will we arch the doorway to match the rest of the |
front of the house?
|Soon they'll hang dry wall, tape, mud, and paint|