Drum Roll Please.
The painted kitchen.
I could say I was over the moon excited, and I would have expected this emotion – but it’s not there. Not because it isn’t awesome to have a freshly painted kitchen. It surely is. Not because I don’t feel accomplished. I do. I completely feel accomplished. What I’m feeling is relieved & happy. Not only is the kitchen finally not a nasty blue color with waves all through the walls, which the photos don’t show, but it finally flows with the rest of the house. As a reminder, here’s the before from just days after we moved in 4 years ago.
With plenty of sanding, caulking, joint compound, re-caulking certain areas, sanding again, painting, accidentally touching up with one shade darker, retouching up with the correct color, I and my right shoulder are just relieved to be done and have it flow into the rest of the house.
So what color is it? Benjamin Moore (or Sherwin-Williams?) Edgecomb Gray.
It’s more beige in person, with only a slightly gray tint. A little more like this.
I have debated on painting the cabinets too, but it’s honestly a lot of work for not much payback considering we’re not reusing them in our kitchen down the line. It might be easier to sell them too if we keep them oak. I’ll have to think about it. In the mean time, I’m so happy the kitchen is finished.
One of the things I did do was sand down the laminate/plastic backsplash behind the sink and stove with a palm sander before painting it. Scrap that. I only did it behind the stove. I paid for it behind the sink and had to touch it up when it didn’t adhere right. Also – don’t let anyone touch your sink before your paint dries. It gets water on the paint and ruins it. Make them use the bathroom sink for an hour. Ahem, boys. All in all, it looks a lot better than the weird fake stone. It’s not all puppy dogs riding unicorns while eating lollipops, but it’s a lot better.
A few direct job related things I learned along the way:
- A little caulking goes a long way
- There is a technique to caulking, but it takes no time to pick up.
- It’s impossible to paint trim without getting the cabinet when you have less than an inch to work in.
- Cleaning up paint from laminate counter tops is as easy as 1,2,3.
- 1.) gently scrape it with a drywall knife
- 2.) pick up your scrapings
- 3.) spray and wipe down the counter
- This is very unlike getting paint of a wood floor which is as easy as…
- Forget it, it’s not easy. Nail polish remover works wonders to do it though, especially if you pour it on, cover it in plastic, wait 5 minutes and then gently scrape. I cannot recommend that method for all wood floors. I would test a corner first. For my untreated oak floors, it left no mark. Don’t sue me if nail polish ruins your wood floors. I told you it might.
A few non-direct job related things I learned along the way:
- Doing something yourself and seeing it through is the best self-esteem booster.
- Joint compound dust everywhere made me go batty. I’m a little concerned with how tiny this was, how I’m going to handle my house being ripped to the studs. I’m hoping sheer excitement and a patient husband gets me through it. He knows what to expect and is used to full on residential job sites since he visits them regularly. I think as long as I get to demo I’ll be happy. I like demolition.
- My right shoulder flares up when I paint for hours and hours on end and causes insane trigger points which I then pay my God send of an acupuncturist to take care of.
- The top of my cabinets need a scrub.
- I absolutely positively do not want a ceiling fan in the kitchen come full renovation. I in fact realized I am simply just not a fan of fans. I’m a fan of other kinds of fans. But not ceiling fans. I like hand held fans. I like Brandi Carlile fans. Okay, I just like Brandi Carlile’s music. I knew this years ago.
- I am pretty proud of myself for learning how to do construction related jobs along the way. With a professional husband, sometimes it’s easy to feel left in the
darkdust. He’s good at letting me try things, screw them up, and then have him fix it. Unless it’s a big thing, then I just step out of the way and watch. Unless it’s plumbing. Dear God, I enjoy plumbing. I have no idea why. It makes no sense. I just like it. I will get under Andy’s foot every step of the way to watch a plumbing job. You know, sinks – not septics. I’m not sure power washing a toilet when we first moved in counted as plumbing.
All in all, I’m real happy with how this turned out. Even though I’m excited about what my renovated kitchen will look like someday for now I’m relishing in my newly painted kitchen, and that’s good enough for me.
Happy Painting & Meditative Breathing,