Meet Katrina the Kitchen

My kitchen is Katrina.

That was my comment in my last post before I was called away from Blog Land for a while.  I said it kind of tongue-in-cheek at the time, but today I have something to share.

My kitchen is Katrina.

This time, I really mean it. 

That's because after years and years of waiting,
 I am finally getting a new kitchen floor.

The old one was the bane of my existence. It was made up of textured vinyl squares which were nearly impossible to get clean. We inherited it with the house, and it stretched and stretched and stretched to include two eating areas, a powder room, and a laundry room. That's one of the reasons it has taken so long.  This is a huge project. 

The other reason has to do with genetics.

I married a Scottish boy, you see, and we don't do a thing around here until we have the cold, hard cash to do it.  We actually purchased the tile two years ago, not long after I finally stripped the wallpaper and repainted my big fat  80's kitchen.  It has been squatting in the garage ever since.

A few weeks ago, Old MacFrugal decided that he was going to lay that new floor himself, with the help of a few good men who will forever more be called my heroes. 

First, though, we had to pull up the ugly vinyl.

It was trying hard to be glued to this plywood layer which had to removed as well. It served no useful purpose other than to be covering yet another layer of vinyl.  I would have snapped a picture, but at that point the men were getting a little bit testy.

They finally got it all off and ready to be covered with cement board. 

Woohooo!

Those wonderful men worked and worked and worked and finally got every room of cement board installed.

And then, the project stalled as well. 

As you might recall, the husband travels during the week and can only honey-do on the weekends. This coming weekend, we'll be in Atlanta with his family, which means that this floor... in all its glory... will be the floor in my kitchen until further notice.

The good news is, I don't have to mop.

The bad news news is I have one hot mess. 

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Powder room, laundry, and pantry doors off their hinges.

A washer, dryer, stove, and refrigerator 

living in the garage along with all my kitchen furniture. 

A toilet on the back deck.

Welcome to Georgia. 

I tried to hide it behind the old plywood just in case the neighbors can peep
through the piney stick forest. The dead plant is a nice touch too, don't you think?

And that's the way it stands.

But wait! There's more.

 You see, I'm taking advantage of the floorless kitchen

to embark on another kitchen project while the husband is out of town. 

Apparently, I'm just not content with a little mess.
I have to make a royal one.

Musta been da debil...

  Can you tell what it is?


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I want to thank you for the kind emails that you sent after the passing of my mother-in-law last week. I apologize for not responding individually yet. I had honestly been too busy to check the computer until a day or so ago but am determined to get caught up soon.