I am involved in a rollercoaster relationship. It's on-again, off-again and there seems no easy answer in sight. It is a love/hate relationship and it is strictly between me and the downstairs kitchen.
We've decided it will keep us all more sane if we use the downstairs kitchen instead of cleaning and stocking two kitchens - ours (up), and my mother-in-law's (down). As usual, this is the royal "we," but it does seem as though everyone is on board. Bearing that in mind, WE stomped our not so tiny feet and demanded a more pleasant atmosphere in the downstairs kitchen before WE would deign to put our handpainted pottery on its shelves. We may have tossed our hair and stood with our backs to the offending cabinets, stony-faced.
We (Chris) got an estimate for ripping out everything (including a wall) and replacing everything with shiny! new! appliances, cabinetry, floors and hopefully a new lemon zester as I have lost mine. And when I came home that day, I found him on the couch breathing into a paper bag.
Which was actually good because suddenly it had occurred to me that it would perhaps not be so easy for a blind person (such as my mother-in-law) to find her way around the kitchen once we had put the sink where the stove is and an alligator pit where the refrigerator used to be. She does quite well finding what she needs now. Can you imagine if we arbitrarily shifted the contents of all the drawers? Diabolical.
So after days of kitchen planning (thanks, IKEA!), Chris and I both came to the conclusion that it was not to be.
Or is it? Today Chris called me and told me he has someone lined up to put in a new floor and all I need to do is pick out tile/linoleum. I mention this to a friend, who tells me about Marmoleum. I find a place that sells Marmoleum, go look at samples, and promptly get so excited I can barely speak. Chris, on the other hand, is still not convinced. This leads me to believe that a total kitchen redo would have landed us all in the loony bin.
In other words, my kitchen asked me to marry it, but didn't give me a ring and won't commit to a date. It did, however, suggest we live together first and see how it goes. I think there's hope.