Most of you know that we bought a fixer-upper ten years ago. We are almost finished the basement, but the main floor is pretty much in the same state that we bought it. My kitchen is in poor shape, aesthetically as well as functionally.
My father has done a wonderful job of repainting the kitchen cabinets in their home, but my cabinets are so warped that they do not close, and so tilted that jars will roll out of them if they happen to tip over. It seemed like such a waste of time, effort and money, to “whitewash the outhouse” that I never got it done. Many a time I’ve felt guilty about not doing something to make the place look nicer.
This past week I read Lynette Kraft’s thoughts on the matter of the Blessings of an Ugly Kitchen.
I went upstairs to my own ugly kitchen and gazed on it with new fondness. The knife marks on the drawer, where NotsoLittlerPage1 carved some “pretty pictures!”. The wall paper peeled back in the corner where many a child has waited silently for me to calm myself. The faded yellow counter top that absorbs ink from the labels of what little prefab food I buy. The rabbit chewed edge on the dishwasher. The cupboards where I’m not afraid to put away damp dishes, because you won’t notice any new damage to the wood. The hole in the countertop that once housed a sticky gouged cutting board that was impossible to clean. The piece of damaged table leaf that now covers the hole, compliments of Ikea, who sent a new leaf to replace the damaged one but didn’t want the damaged one back. (Perhaps I’ll find time to post some pictures too.)
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