Kitchen squee

So as I’ve mentioned before we’ve been getting our kitchen redone. It’s one of our long-standing goals to get rid of our cramped and cluttered kitchen but we dithered for so long over whether to get a house extension that we’ve only now got around to doing it.

Once we actually got started (and finally found a builder) it’s gone incredibly quickly. We pulled up the floor about a week and a half ago, and then the contractors came in. Within the next five days we had one window bricked up, one replaced, and the room was stripped clean, wired and fully plastered.

This week they’ve installed the units and the remainder of the electrical wiring and plumbing, leaving just the self-indulgent granite worktops to go before the last touches can go in like the hob and the kitchen tap. Then we just need to paint the walls and tile the floor.

I have to say, even with the walls and floor still bare and the worktops missing we’re over-the-moon with the transformation. There’s now actual space to move around. It feels like a real kitchen for the first time in the five years we’ve lived here. It feels strangely like a kitchen showroom in fact, but once we get stuff in the cupboards and the worktops fitted it’ll be more like ours.

Those averse to before and after pictures should avert their eyes now.

Before, showing the horrible decor and cramped layout with units opposite one another. And then the lack of the above. We went with a very simple design with real wooden doors.

Before #1 After #1

Before #2

Now with significantly less hideousness.
After #2

It’s cost us a heap and a half of money, of course. But it’s worth it. The cats approve too. Today we found Charcy asleep on top of the unit above the oven.

More pics will of course follow once it’s actually finished. I just had to squee.

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