There was a point in time where I thought I’d be jumping up and down in joy (having cleared the remaining red tape from this house without being jailed for assaulting someone with a cordless drill) and would take you all on a proper tour of the place. That day may come, but it’s still at least a week or two away. In the meantime, I can’t help but keep showing you parts of the house piecemeal, since it is the thing absorbing all of my usual building-stuff time these days.
The Liberty House kitchen takes up most of the addition that was put on in the early 90’s, and has the distinction of being the only room I saw (by pressing my nose to one of the windows) before buying this place at auction. You guys, I’m a house-buying daredevil. But then again, look at this place…
Right? Did you just fall out of your chair in shock? Because I basically did once I got in the house. Well, that could just be my general lack of coordination while trying to do a happy dance, but still…
Here’s a view from the other direction:
The double doors lead out onto a good sized
blank slate patio on the side of the house, which I’ve got plans for. (Badass pergola, anyone?)
This part of the room is also big enough to fit my big dining room table, which was always a pain point for me in the Memorial kitchen.
Now, this isn’t a big open-to-the-living-space kitchen like you see in houses these days… in fact, you have to traverse the world’s biggest hallway to even get to the living space. But given what I expected to find in an old farmhouse (see this one for reference) I couldn’t be more thrilled.
Of course, it needs some updating. Paint for the walls and cabinets, new appliances, maybe some dark faux beams, new counter and backsplash, and the linoleum is definitely getting replaced with something like this:
Yes, I’ve still got my heart set on having that brick-like herringbone floor somewhere in my life.
But the kitchen is currently functional, and even has a dishwasher. I’m sorry, I need to properly punctuate that… It even has a dishwasher!!!!! I’ve been dreaming about this day since I traded my last awesomely refinished kitchen in for doing the dishes at the hose spigot while living in a garage for a year. (The hose spigot part only lasted for a few weeks, but it was enough.)
There are definitely some awkward things going on in here with the cabinets, and I’m not sure how I feel about the wall oven and cooktop instead of a range, but it’s minor stuff considering I don’t need to knock any walls down in here.
Depending on how things shake out with the decent sized list of must-do projects to get the place up to snuff (I’ll share that soon) and some of the things I’ll want to knock out during the summer (uh, learning to drive a tractor so I can mow six acres of grass comes to mind) this could end up being a fall project, or I might just wait until next spring. By which I mean I’ll probably be tearing flooring up in there in approximately six weeks.
You know me, I don’t feel right living in a place that isn’t showing a little subfloor.