Victoria Elizabeth Barnes

Kitchen planning frustration — I’ll be William Wallace. Paul can be the Irish guy.

Paul and I spent Saturday discussing the kitchen… Or rather, we began a conversation about the kitchen which morphed into generalized irritation, which seamlessly merged into every fight we have ever had about anything house-related.

The kind of irritation that makes you want to lay down on the floor in surrender and say– I give up. You win. This entire conversation is all yours.

Knock. Yourself. Out.

But instead you tiredly suit up for combat because for some reason you must defend the honor of your irritation.

Planning our DIY kitchen remodel – let the relationship-stress begin.

Braveheart/our living room

Wow. This is totally fascinating… keep reading.

Giant Fancy Yard Sale Find, (and other junk I did not need).

Every fall our neighborhood has a townwide yard-sale. And as I explained in last year’s yard sale post, it is not unusual for me to be a few houses ahead of Paul.
I wrote:

Paul likes to talk to the neighbors. And his leisurely, garden-party-mentality makes me insane… This is not a social event. This is war. Someone will win, I would like it to be me.

This is what I mean by winning:

My yardsale haul included a HUGE piece of architectural salvage, a vintage enamel tray, and other useless treasures.

Wow. This is totally fascinating… keep reading.

Salvaged wardrobe I considered for the kitchen remodel.

At this point I am waiting for THE THING.

When we started this house, I did not know about THE THING… I did not know that if you wait, giant fanciness will show up on Craigslist and enrich your life.

It makes me sad to think of all the fanciness I missed out on before I was enlightened… But all I can do is try to make up for it now.

At this point, I am a little frustrated that THE KITCHEN THING has not shown up yet, but I know it is all part of the process.

Planning our DIY kitchen remodel – salvaged and repurposed cabinet ideas.

Wow. This is totally fascinating… keep reading.