The weird thing about my house is that I keep meeting people who have either lived in the house, or who know the house because of the guy who did the renovation in the 80's. It goes like this.....I'm calling to order heating oil...the woman I talk to asks me where I live...I tell her...OMG she use to live in my house! I'm talking to the guy at the garage where I take my car.... oh you live in the loft house....I know the guy who did that...cool house. Eventually after I tell people where I live they will probably start saying...oh you live in that house with no front lawn! You're THAT girl! hehehehehehe
This is the post where I'm going to spend some time bitchin about how much I hate my kitchen. I hate the layout of my kitchen/dining area. In the 80's a guy who owned the house at that time did some really weird renovations. Like moving the basement steps to the middle of the kitchen?? Who does that? Then he put the fridge where the door to the basement steps use to be?? See the little half wall in the picture below...yup there are basement steps behind the wall. Who cuts up a space like that??
Now I know that the little half wall is there to protect me from falling down the steps...hehehehe and if you read below you will find out that I often fall down steps.... it is just such a stupid place for the stairs. Look right next to the windows and as you can see I have lots of plants and it's so hard to get to them. There's not much I can do about those stupid steps but I'm planning on doing lots to my kitchen this summer... new counter tops and backsplash... I can't wait to tile again!
Before you all start saying OMG your kitchen is soooooo cute, I would like to point out that this is by no way what Deluxeville looked like when I bought it. Someday, I will have to find and scan those original pictures I took before I touched anything! Poor Deluxeville sat vacant and abandoned for over a year before I bought it as a foreclosure property. This was many years ago when the housing boom was going on and there really weren't foreclosed homes like today. I remember coming to look at the house after work and needing a flashlight because the electricity had been turned off. I went home and called my Dad and he came with me the next day to look at it again. I knew the place was bad but oddly enough it felt really right. He looked at me and said... buy it. The blonde bombshell on the other hand thought I was crazy.....hehehehe ....now of course she doesn't but then she just couldn't see past how gross it was.