I’m taking my house off the market, which means that soon, you’ll have the dubious pleasure of reading about my attempts to spruce up the kitchen, and perhaps offering advice on just how I should go about that. (Please don’t be offended if/when I ignore it.)
First up, design and build a snazzy, narrow island to replace the antique shabby chic farmhouse table that I’m told doesn’t “speak” to today’s young homebuyer.
Then, I have to decide how far to take the rest of it. New countertops are a sure thing. Whether they will go atop the existing cabinets is yet to be determined. And whether or not the possible new cabinets would then go atop the existing floor? Also tbd.
So I have a lot of work ahead of me this winter. Or maybe just a little. Either way, I am less than pleased. I was hoping to by now be living in squalor in a new old place that I’d be fixing up for myself – not trying to guess what I can do to make my house attractive to 20-somethings who want everything for little money. And GET OFF MY LAWN (which, by the by, I’ve been told is far too small).
I’ll put the house back on the market in April. And therein lies my kitchen conundrum. I don’t want to spend a lot of time and money just to hear, “great house; fabulous kitchen; needs a driveway.” But if it doesn’t sell, I don’t want to be stuck living with a kitchen I don’t like.
Also, I decided to stop trying to recapture the colors of my youth. I’m now on track for an Emmylou Harris look, though with a long way to go. I won’t post a picture until after I recognize myself in the mirror.
Yup – turning into a cranky old woman inside and out.