Sometimes people ask me why I refer to my house as “The Grey Cottage.” Mainly, because I have a strong whimsical streak and “character-free battleship gray 70’s ranch house” sounds depressing.
When we first moved in, it had vanilla walls and ratty industrial carpet in the kitchen. Since then, we’ve replaced the gross, stained carpet with “temporary” vinyl flooring, painted a lot, and coerced my brother-in-law to get the attached garage remodeled into a master bedroom suite.
But we still have the original pressed-wood kitchen cabinets.
From 1976. When the house was built.
Buried under six layers of paint.
They are kinda scary. And falling apart. And I’ve seen evidence there are mice in them.
We may or may not be replacing them this year. It sort of depends on whether I’d rather do that or go to Ireland for our 25th wedding anniversary. The cabinets are more practical, but … yeah, I’m still undecided on that.
What I’m not undecided on is the need to clean out, purge, sanitize and organize my cabinets (and the pantry, and the hutch, and the laundry closet). I can’t find things I know I own. I have new stuff and nowhere to put it. Also, I work from home, and it’s hard to feel organized and productive in a space that isn’t really organized. It’s time.
So, that’s pretty much my January mission. Conquer the nameless horrors within my kitchen cabinets. If we’re going to replace them this year, it’ll have to be done. If we’re not going to replace them this year, it will make it easier to live with them another year. So either way – it’s gotta get done.
Wish me luck!