
Greg - a general contractor - repainted the entire house, ripped out the thick fabric and replaced it with light brown wood laminate floors, replaced the molding, upgraded the bathrooms with safety rails, and did lots of additional touch ups, etc. My sister, Carrie, and the real estate agent "staged" the final look so that everything was warm and inviting.
The updated house was very beautiful, but I was sad because mom was unable to experience these great changes while she was alive.
I vowed then and there to fix up my house while I am still alive to enjoy it. Over the next six months or so, I hired my brother and others to repair my roof, paint the outside of the house, renovate both bathrooms, replace the worn, cheap fabric, move some of mom's furniture into my TV room and art studio, among other improvements. But I got tired of construction and never got to the kitchen.
One day in November 2007, I had a "fix-it" bee in my bonnet and impulsively got some of my many paint cans and started painting the kitchen cabinets. There was no plan except to try different colors, live with them for a while, then choose one color, clean and prime the cabinets, then repaint them. But I never finished the work. For two years I had mismatched cabinets! One lemon yellow, one peachy, one burgundy/rust. Bohemian-esque, to be sure!
(My "before" kitchen)
(My "before" kitchen)

What follows is my daily diary of the kitchen remodel and some pictures that tell the tale in graphic detail.