Gutting the piano: repurposed kitchen island pt 3. *video*

this is part 3… here is part 1, part 2, part 4, part 5, part 6

While conducting my tri-state search for a piano-into-kitchen-island, I have been simultaneously having an ongoing philosophical dispute with Paul, over the very meaning of the English language:

Paul defines a kitchen island as a practical workspace with excellent storage.

VS.

My credo that storage and practicality should be secondary to general awesomeness.

And that actually, EVERYTHING IN LIFE should be secondary to general awesomeness. (Even if later it explodes in your face.)

If you want to know who is “right,” ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS LOOK AT THIS PHOTO.

We’re repurposing an antique square piano into our KITCHEN ISLAND… it’s the first step in our old Victorian house DIY kitchen remodel.

Wow. This is totally fascinating… keep reading.

Repurposed piano kitchen island. Part two.

this is part two… don’t miss: part one, three, four, five

The first square grand piano I saw was in an antique shop outside of NYC. They wanted $8,000 for it.

This is a price I now know is ridiculous, but at the time seemed a reasonable cost to fill the newly-discovered, piano-sized void in my soul.

I crawled up on top so that I could hug it properly… Then I chained myself to it, in protest of Paul’s refusal to be sensible, buy it immediately, and rush home to turn it into our kitchen island.

I wailed and rent my clothes as Paul dragged me out by my heels.

We’re repurposing an antique square piano into our KITCHEN ISLAND… it’s the first step in our old Victorian house DIY kitchen remodel.

Wow. This is totally fascinating… keep reading.

Want to see our kitchen island? I THINK YOU ARE GOING TO LIKE IT. *video*

Last summer I saw a posting on Craigslist. I felt like my teeth were being electrocuted, which is how you know something good is happening.
Or that you are about to have a seizure.

I went to show Paul, and he said– we are definitely not getting a piano.

This is exactly what I was hoping he would say, because who does not love being the one to reveal an exciting plot twist?

I shouted– SURPRISE!
We are DEFINITELY getting a piano!

I thrust my fist into the air to indicate action and piano-getting.
I said— AT DAWN WE RIDE.

Then I marched up and down the street with my gong, announcing— Here’ye! Here’ye! I SHALL HAVE ALL OF THE GIANT FANCY THINGS.

Also, for the record, only someone who does not read my blog would mistake this for a piano. CLEARLY, this is our kitchen island.

We’re repurposing this AMAZING piece of antique furniture into our KITCHEN ISLAND… it’s the first step in our old Victorian house DIY kitchen remodel.

Wow. This is totally fascinating… keep reading.