Like Phoenix from the ashes... oh, wait.

I'm speaking of our kitchen, and that phrase would imply that at one time, it was beautiful and grand. But sadly, it never has been either of those things. Tiny, cramped and with a silly/disgusting floor? YES! Beautiful and grand? N-O!

Howeeeever, things are looking up for our ugly duckling of a kitchen. First, out came the frightening cabinets, 2 of which I had never opened for fear of what might be inside. Then, out came a bazillion layers of weird and/or ugly floors, along with that magazine from a couple posts ago (I will be scanning bits of it and posting those as soon as the printer/scanner is unburied). Then the new Ikea cabinets went in, and this morning the floors were refinished. And the floor is now Glorious. I meant to capitalize that. Seriously, in the space of about 3 hours, the floor went from being cruddy grey paper wads with nails sticking out of it, to a luminous golden wood. That was the original floor that was under all the crap.

The crap.

What was under the crap.

Whee!

You'll have to excuse me if I'm a bit giddy. We've been up till the way-too-late hours of the morning hefting things around, scraping, patching, sanding and painting all over the house--then waking up early to let in contractors and such. I've been boxing up clutter and/or giving stuff away, which is something I should have done ages ago, whether we were moving or not.

This is why I like Freecycle. You can get stuff out of your hair, and people who actually want it can have it. Plus, they come pick it up, which is a good bonus. Check to see if there's a freecycle in your town!