We looked at it once, twice and three times. We realized that we might have the perfect place for this cabinet, home with us in South Dakota and went home and measured. Turns out that yes, we did have the perfect place. Right inside our back door in our kitchen.
The thing about our kitchen is that it have very little storage. The original cabinets were removed to open up the kitchen. I would have never done this. However, I do really love having an open kitchen, and so some small part of me is grateful that someone else had a smaller restoration conscience than I. When they were removed, it left us with only two overhead eye-level or higher cabinets. One is over the dishwasher (see photo) and the other is behind the turquise cabinet. That one (thankfully) is an original cabinet. More on that later. Anyway, I was forever bending over to find pretty much everything in my kitchen. What a pain!
So, we thought on the Giant Cabinet of Providence for a few days and then called and said we’d take it. They said they would hold it for us for up to a month (Minneapolis is a 4 hours drive from us). This week, my road trip loving husband made the North East trek and brought the cabinet home.Of course, when you aren’t planning to do anything to a particular room of your house, that is when you will find the just the perfect thing and your other projects will have to take a back seat for a spell. For us, the main thing was buying this cabinet meant we had to paint the wall thatit was to go on. I had planned on painting the kitchen this winter, and wanted to take my sweet time picking out colors. Afterall, I seriously spend 80% of my days at home in this room. I immediately dove into historical palates, and after some trial and error and a consult from my mom (who though I hate to admit it, is usually right about most things), I settled on these colors:
Beadboard and trim: Spotswood Teal, Benjamin Moore’s Williamsburg Collection
Now.. this is really crazy. When I took a close look at the inside of the cabinet, I noticed that it had originally been painted teal… pretty much the same teal that I had already chosen and painted our beadboard with (so far only on the wall that the cabinet was to go on). When I put my paint up on the boards, I was completely blown away. The drips in the picture below is the original color. Below is the color that I painted it. CRAZY, RIGHT?!?!?! I think this means the cabinet was meant to be with me. We have the same taste.
That evening, Lance yelled at me to come into the garage. He had pulled off the black contact paper and underneath, we found this:Next came the part when we moved it in. It involved Lance, myself, my father-in-law and a dolly. It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be! Then we stood back and stood in amazement. Then we started smiling and we haven’t stopped. We are so in love with this thing. It is just the absolute perfect piece of furniture for our kitchen. It adds so much storage, but it also adds some much needed warmth of wood tones to our painted house. Also, the height of it makes me realize that these houses were SO meant to have furniture to fit the scale of the ceilings. The rooms seems larger, warmer, more period appropriate, the whole shebang.
And I don’t know which view I like more, doors closed, or doors open:*disclaimer: I hate how the microwave looks here. It is the only place where it can be where there is power right now, but asap, we will move it into the butler’s pantry, or at least get a smaller, more attractive one.
That reminds me, we finally threw a dinner party this weekend with a great group of friends. I finally felt like our house was meeting its potential and it felt wonderful. I decided that we did not need to wait until the kitchen was painted, or until there was a working light in the downstairs bathroom, or until the hole in the celing was patched. Our friends absolutely do not care. Restoring a Victorian home takes TIME, and if you wait until it’s “done” to start enjoying life, you’ll find that 1) it is never done, and 2) life has passed you by while you were trying to make everything perfect. So last night, we dined with our friends in our beautiful, broken, unfinished and perfect-for-us home. Living life in our home as it was meant to be.