Buh Bye 1951, Hello 2006
While plague and pestilence hung heavy over our home this last week, Project Kitchen Remodel marched on. This is what was accomplished, while I slept feverishly upstairs, between bouts of helping Private Three yarf in a bag covered bowl. Let me just say that while I, the Captain, and my dedicated hard working Colonel can get stuff done, our seniors put us to shame. By the end of day number 2, with 5 more to go, we were panting to keep up. The Captain’s folks can boogie. Thanks to them, what would have taken the two of us maybe 4 months, if all went perfectly, and we had no children, was accomplished in just under a week. And no body finishes a piece of wood like the Captain’s mom. No one. Every time I said, that’s OK, she said, NO, it is not. And so it went. Until the Captain’s mom was happy. And when she’s slaving in my home, I’m all about making her happy. Sanding after sealing, after staining, after shellacing, after steel-wooling, after half shellacing, after some more sanding somewhere in there. And some waxing. And many trips to various and sundry hardware stores. I know I vacuumed them off more than once, but the rest? A blur. Much still needs to be done, but this. This was a great jump in the right direction. Thanks again, Mom and Dad.
the original kitchen, circa 1951, or so
not original, but very nasty range
the new, and so perfect range
crew bosses (the captain’s dad, and the colonel)
the demo crew
private three’s success with a sledge hammer
something was nesting in the old vent hood duct work!
finish master extraordinaire (my mom)
almost there
