There's a few reasons I've gone crazy in the home-fix-it department lately. One, is that my hallway makeover got me going pretty good, and you know how that is. It made me so damn happy I decided to tackle another thing that's been bothering me for five years: the kitchen. Specifically, the fact that there wasn't any tile in it, and I like tile! Instead, it was all painted drywall that was never really finished, it was getting wet from the sink, it was getting splatters from the stove which were impossible to wipe off, I'd painted it over three times and I was getting sick of that. The entire kitchen counter was improperly installed, making the whole thing warp on the edges and sag in the middle. The counter is ugly enough as it is, and this made it so much worse! The landlord even came in four years ago to fix a leak, cut and pulled the entire thing out, then never re-caulked around any of the cracks -- Yeah, I did my best to convince him to take all the cabinets with him when he left, but no, he was determined that they stay. Crazy man!
It's stuff like this that I've been ignoring for five years. See that torn up drywall and messy caulking along the edges? Ugly!
And here is a way, way before shot, over five years ago, around the first week we moved in. Yeck! I dug this out of the archives so you can really imagine the progress, even though it's happened very gradually. Timidly, even.
So I did it. Here. Is. NOW!
Yes, it's true, subway tile freaking transforms spaces. I shimmed and struggled with the counter to get it straight, painted the window frames black, and Boom! Just like that, suddenly I love my kitchen. LOVE IT. Well, not really "just like that".... more like four-days-later, three-boxes-of-tile, sixty-extra-dollars, much-needed-encouragement-from-this-lady, one-crazy-gash-on-my-thumb, some-serious-swearing, then I can say "boom". So I suppose there was no boom. I thought it would take me a day and one box of tile, so you see where I'm coming from. I went a little mad. I couldn't stop. The more I tiled, the better it felt. The corners that were once ignored and grungy and ugly, that sucked up the light and had to be hidden behind items and stuff to make them disappear, are now crisp and bright, and feel larger, expanded. I've finally payed attention to the nooks and edges, spent time on them, and they are thanking me for it. They are positively glowing. Literally. The entire kitchen is brighter! The space finally feels grown up, like real adults now live here. Which is appropriate, cause I just celebrated my birthday, and twenty-five-year-olds deserve nice kitchens! At least that's what I'm telling myself.
Friends and family will ask, what did you do for your birthday, Ariele? And I say that I bought myself a crapload of little ceramic rectangles and got myself covered in grout. Hooray! Getting older has taught me the value of investing in where you are at the moment.