I’ve been thinking a lot about space lately, which is a pretty natural offshoot of my house having been taken over for the kitchen remodeling project. Since Hurricane Sandy, my house has been in an almost constant uproar. It began the night of the hurricane, when we saw the water coming near us and quickly moved everything from our basement to our ground floor. Then we had no electricity, but were safe from water damage, so we moved everything back. In the dark, which went about as well as you might expect. Then the house went topsy-turvy as things were moved about as we tried to navigate a dark and cold world for two weeks until the power was restored. (On the upside, without telly, my beloved will get bored enough to clean the fridge – and I will get bored enough to mop all the floors. True fact.)
Not long after power was restored, my beloved began remodeling our kitchen. There was a special reason to do it in December, relating to his work schedule, but I was very wary of the effect not having a kitchen would have on Christmas. It turns out that I was right, but we got by. It’s amazing what you can cook on a barbeque. The immediate result of the kitchen remodeling, other than the way it took over my life in terms of my spare time, was that the kitchen now became scattered all over the house. The cat food is in the guest bedroom, the teas are in the basement, the nice glasses are underneath my fiber arts table. The dishes are sitting in my entrance hall, while the new cooking station, with our microwave and toaster oven, are sitting in the dining room. My stove and dishwasher spent a solid month in the back yard. We’ve done a fairly good job of keeping things organized, but the kitchen stores a lot of items. There’s only so much you can do.
The physical chaos has bothered me a lot. I’m not the neatest person the planet, but I do like things to be put away when they’re not in use. Clutter disturbs and upsets me. A little untidiness isn’t so bad, but when the task becomes “clear the place where you make art” rather than “make art”, things begin to fall apart. The first week of kitchen chaos was pretty terrible for me, but then I decided to dig in and do whatever I could to get my kitchen back. I had dreams of it being back in place by New Years, which didn’t happen, but it’s starting to happen now. I spent last weekend painting the walls, after which we started moving the appliances back in. We only have a few things left to do – putting in a window that was removed by the previous owners and installing the cabinets, then ordering the new counter top. They’re all now in a period of waiting for things to arrive, so at last, we have time to do something other than work on the kitchen. The cabinets will arrive on Tuesday, the window this Friday. So we’re nearly there.
The kitchen is looking beautiful. We’ve replaced the brown theme with creams and silver, torn down a wall and added a window. Instead of being a little dark cave, we’ve made it into a spacious and light space that’s going to be a beautiful new heart of the home. Once everything is back, the next spot that’s going to get the treatment is my fiber arts space, which is currently utterly chaotic. Before we began the kitchen, I asked my beloved if he would build me a custom cabinet that I designed in order to fit all my various spinning, knitting, weaving, sewing, drawing, photography, etc. tools. Now that I’ve spent a month doing demolition, learning how to use a cordless drill, sawing at tiled floors, painting and project managing, I’ve asked him to teach me how to make it my own damn self. Because we all know that what I needed was to add in carpentry to my list of hobbies.