Sunday, September 07, 2014


My friend Kim helped us with the kitchen makeover.  It's her own fault. She's an early riser, usually between five and six in the morning, even on days she doesn't have to go to work.  WTF?  

She texted me the morning we were planning to start, at 6:30 am. I didn't respond.  Then she called at 8:30 am.  I didn't respond.  I wanted to sleep a bit longer.  Then, at 8:36 am, she was knocking on the door.  I opened it, hair askew, one eye open, tank top, no pants.

She wanted to know if I wanted to go for breakfast.  Hell no, I didn't want to go for breakfast.  Then she shoved her pug in my face.  Riley, her dog.  UGH.  Clearly, she wanted a beating.  I told her I wasn't going anywhere, not because I didn't want to go for breakfast, but mainly because I had to start the cabinets.

That's when she offered to help.  Sucker.
Kim and my mother, in the kitchen.
She was in it from the start.  From taking the hardware off the doors, to stripping the paint, to doing some pre-preliminary hand-sanding (before Ed went all kick ass today with the electric sander), the painting all the doors while I cleaned and prepped the cabinet boxes.  

She's an amazing friend.  I honestly don't know how to thank her.  I have ideas, but really, anything I do will be inadequate.  She spent her weekend helping me do a DIY project.  I told her I would have never done it for her.  Ever.  

Oh, if she wanted me to cook a meal for forty people, I'd be all in.  Take her to the airport at 3 am, I'm there.  Pay for dinner at an expensive restaurant, you got it.  But help her strip, sand, and paint her kitchen cabinets?  No fucking way.
Kim painting the doors, Ed prepping them with the electric sander on the back porch.
I have to say, Kim joining us on the project made it fun.  Ed and I would have argued over who was doing the doors better, and would have made no progress.  My mother and I would have argued over...well, everything.  

Having Kim here saved me.  
Cabinet doors lined up, backside facing up, drying on 4x4s that Ed set up in the kitchen.
Tomorrow we'll finish what's left.  I can't wait to see how everything looks once it's bathed in bright white paint.  I'm sure it'll look just like the old kitchen, just whiter.

Exciting, isn't it?

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Gil said...

Looks good. It looks like your mother is a real perfectionist when it comes to painting! taking all of the doors off.

The Daily Rant said...

GIL: She is a perfectionist about some things, but if it weren't for my brother and I urging her to do it the "right way", she would have painted right over the seventeen layers of paint already on the doors. And we bought all new hardware (hinges and knobs) because *someone* painted over the old ones. :)