the kitchen begins to take shape

This masked man did the awful deed.

He and one of his constant cohorts (Mr. Thomas Q.) ripped down the back kitchen wall yesterday.

In order to prepare for this major demo, they installed a temporary wall between the old kitchen and the new addition. This wall is well insulated, and will serve as a mud room of sorts as the new kitchen is installed. Also, this wall eliminates the need to heat the entire unfinished back wing of the house.

Smart thinking, says the Lady of the Manor -who is eager as a beaver to have a new kitchen.
Happy Birthday and Merry Christmas for the next 22 years, says the Lord of the Manor -who is covered in dust and only wants a fresh cup of coffee and a balanced checkbook.

His needs are so simple, while mine are complex because they involve reclaimed slate, an antique general store counter which serves as an island, and recessed shaker-style cabinetry which you can't buy at Home Depot or Lowes.

Oh. And a bay window over the kitchen sink so I can watch the fishies play in the river while I scrub pots and pans.

The far window is where the main sink will be. The fridge has a new home: it will be framed in.
To the right of the fridge will be a door leading into the screened porch.

Imagine that blue tiled peninsula at the bottom of the sea. It will not be lonely, as my camera awaits it there. Also imagine -in its place- the antique step-back cupboard that I found with the help of a good friend.


Here is the wall opposite the kitchen sink and river view. Under that rectangular window will be the baking center: reclaimed slate set a few inches lower than a standard countertop, easy for rolling cookies, shaping bread, and mixing by hand. Where the white garbage pail sits will be the double ovens. To the right of them will be a large yellow cupboard which will serve as a pantry.

Between the bucket & mop and the baking center will be the island. It will not be a tropical island, but other than that it will be perfect. It will also not have sand, which gets into everything. So in that way, it is better than a tropical island.

I get goofy and giddy when things are going my way.

Now I must put away the computer and pick up where I left off with that mop.
Cheers!