The kitchen was the last bit of our house to be fixed up. It was one of those functional but UTTERLY VILE ones full of late eighties dark wood and tiles that would even offend your nan. It’s a big job though isn’t it? And a ridiculously disruptive one. I thought I was prepared but by week three of having to brave the gauntlet of South Devon laundrettes and filling up my kettle from the bath taps I was over it. Totes worth it now though, see how pretty.
So the before and durings.
And the super swanky afters. Disclaimer: we’re fairly vanilla.
We wanted something clean and bright, pretty much anything but the monstrosity that was there before. After trying out Ikea’s design service – maybe pot luck but the guy who came to look at ours did not give a flying whatsit about our home. Shame because, Ikea – and finding that Wickes created a thing of beauty for about four times the price we stumbled into Magnet on Boxing Day. I KNOW. But we managed to get free appliances in the Boxing Day sale* so the joke’s on you watching Harry Potter in your jimjams whilst stuffing your face with leftover turkey (you lucky gits). Magnet were brilliant actually, worth a go if you’re thinking about new kitchens. They did everything we asked them to do exactly when they said they’d do it.
*‘Free appliances in the sale’ feels like an adulting mic drop. Does life get any better?
The footprint of the kitchen is pretty much the same. We ditched the weird extra foot or so of height on the return (technical term my friends) and made that area a bit wider to fulfil the husband’s dream of a breakfast bar. My dream was dual ovens in the cupboards so everyone was happy.
The floor is the same stuff we’ve got through the lounge and hallways. I don’t know flooring but it’s called Karndean and it’s not wood and it’s not lino. It’s really hard wearing under paws.
We’re waiting for some wine racks for that bit of wall up there ^^ where the calendar is and the new – stupidly expensive – bin but it’s almost there.
Also, you must never ever tell the husband that I sat on the breakfast bar (unless you know a cracking divorce lawyer).
P.s. you’ll be pleased to know that my sunflowers are on their last legs so they’ll stop rocking up everywhere soon.
P.p.s this post is sponsored by no-one and nothing other than my own narcissistic desire to show off my new kitchen.
Where stuff’s from if you’ve got vanilla leanings too:
Bar stools – Atlantic Shopping
Prints – Bodacious Devonish artist Becky Bettesworth in £5 Ikea frames
Light Box – Asos I think, was a gift
Crockery – ASDA << the bowls are different in this one
Alphabet Mugs (obvs. And yes, the B is for Betty. And what? ) – M&S
Bookcase – Good ol’ Ikea. Yup, it’s a Billy.
Tiles – Metro Sage
Bosch Tassimo Whatsit – Currys
Pete and Bett’s Toy Box (not sorry) – Pets At Home