This is my kitchen. I’d say I spend about 60% of my day in this part of the house (our family room is open to the kitchen). I have been making a bigger effort to keep the kitchen clean – wiping off counters, not letting dishes sit in the sink, trying to keep paperwork at bay.
It’s not a big kitchen, but it works for us. We replaced all the upper cabinets with Ikea cabinets ten years ago when we moved in. My mother lovingly painted the lower cabinets so we could keep them. I like my kitchen . . . from afar.
Then I get up close and see this:
The cabinets desperately need to be repainted. There are chips, scuffs, dings and places like this cabinet where the paint has just worn down after ten years of use and abuse by my family. I have put off repainting them for so long because they were painted with oil paint. Now you can’t buy oil paint in Virginia. The fumes oil paint let off are toxic! I’d like to hire someone to spray them. I wonder how much that would cost. Stupid money!
Then there’s this:
Ten years ago, we had the hideous faux green granite formica replaced by this neutral, linen looking formica. It was the cheapest, quickest option. Now it has chips, scuffs, dings and scratches. We’ve talked about putting in granite or some other solid surface counters for a few years now. Nice counter tops are expensive. Stupid money!
I would be remiss if I didn’t share this:
Yep. That’s my stove. I am too lazy to clean it. No removable drip trays makes cleaning this sucker a pain in my rear! I am pretty sure my mom cringes every single time she comes to my house. Good thing I can’t see it when I look at my kitchen from far away, right?
Maybe I’ll clean it today. Maybe I won’t. Now you know my secret shame.
How about you? Any dire kitchen repairs needed?