The first room we tackled after moving into the farmhouse was the kitchen. Because, FOOD. Clinton and I both love to cook and I would say that we both easily could be described as foodies. We have lived abroad and traveled together sampling the delicious cuisine of over 20 countries (and counting), plus I went to culinary school with the intent of being a Chef, but life had different plans for me. So it only made sense to start with the kitchen.
And what a room that was. We have no idea what it was used for, possibly a dining room, but it's hard to tell. It was the most disgusting, cob-web and nicotine covered room I had ever set foot in. And it was ALL MINE. You see, we were eager and extremely naive when we bought this old girl (all 2600sf and 2 stories of her). It was a wreck, but we saw her potential and thought it would be fun and romantic to rebuild it together!
It has been neither of those things.
I will leave you with photos from the remodel, none of which need commentary from me, although you may find yourself muttering "holy sh*t!" as you go along. I still can't believe this is my kitchen.
Apology for the graininess of that last shot (iPhone + 105°F = sweaty hands). Can you believe Clinton did this ENTIRE kitchen, including the crown moulding on the ceiling and the cabinets BY HIMSELF?!?! He also made the 2 bar stools which exactly match the dining room table at the other end of this room (where the original kitchen was).
Thank you for spending time with me in my new kitchen (that I would sleep in if he would let me!). Now you can see where all of my recipes and food posts come from (like this quiche).
Until next time, my friends!