It has been a journey.

John is in St. Louis this weekend, visiting his mama and his siblings. I had nothing to do last night, so I went to our fixer upper on 6th Avenue. Since we purchased the house on January 7th, not quite six months ago, we have been very busy.

This is what the first floor kitchen looked like when we first purchased it.

I did save the old metal cabinets, and the wall phone. I am putting them in the garage. Other than that, all is gone.

It has been an adventure. I love the process of picking the floor, cabinets, counter tops and colors. I truly enjoyed the process. Now, it is not completely done yet. We still need to put in the wall spacers, trim and backsplash, but it is close enough to see the ending.

I had a few boxes of rummage sale items that I picked up recently, and I couldn’t wait to decorate it a bit.

This is the first time John and I tackled a project this large. It has been wonderful. I sat on a chair and just looked at the room. I thought about what my parents would think about this project. Then, I thought about the woman who lived in the house. I often think about her. She was 88 when she passed and most of those years were spent at this house. It is hard for me to explain, but that house has a great energy about it. We are only the fourth owners, which seems crazy, since it was built in 1884.

While I was leaving, I met the woman who lives across the street. She was sitting on her porch. She told me that the woman who lived in the house was a very sweet, lovely lady. She said that she just loved cooking in her kitchen.  I loved hearing that. Hearing that gave me goosebumps.

It is a very rewarding feeling to take something old and in need of repair, and make it nice again.

All is well.




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