Kitchen Remodel... Phase 1

I have found an unusual stress buster this holiday season. Tearing down walls and painting all things light, chocolate brown. And all things dark, ultra-white. It's been amazing how calming those activities can be. So three weeks before Thanksgiving we launched the first of several phases in what I like to call Home Improvement Therapy (patent pending).

Here are a few before and after highlights...

And then on Thanksgiving I had this...

Phase 2 will consist of painting the cabinets white, another window and back door white, building butcher block countertops, extending the counter to accommodate bar stools, and adding an ultra-white beadboard backsplash. We won't launch that phase until after the holidays.

Oh I've got plans for this kitchen and it includes lots of parties and grandchildren. Yeah, baby!

Cancer sucks

I'm tired of being polite. Cancer sucks. If you don't like the word sucks, get over it. Am I mad? Yes. My mom's health is declining and she's anemic and she's getting weaker and more frail every day. AND I HATE IT!

I am tired of holding it together and my life being held hostage by the unknown and the future always looking bleak and sad and painful. I have nothing more profound to say than that.

Stress 101

How do I handle stress? Living a stressful life is my area of expertise. I have an honorary PhD in it, in fact. I'm your go-to gal when it comes to coping skillz. And I feel I would be remiss if I didn't share my knowledge with the Interweb because I'm a giver that way.

When life is crushing you from various sides and worry is your spiritual gift and you might have a mild form of OCD that makes you freak out at the thought of enterovirus D68 and Ebola, what should you do to find your place of inner calm and relaxation?

This.

OK, here's what happened. Things with my mother's health are getting dicey and my daughter's heart surgery is looming and I'm hosting Thanksgiving in a couple weeks and I walked into this dank pink and blue kitchen, which I thought was simply wonderful in 1995 but now makes me gag, and said, "I CAN'T LIVE IN THIS PINK AND BLUE KITCHEN ONE MORE COTTON PICKIN' MINUTE!" 

So I wanted to paint before Thanksgiving but my floors are blue so then we decided to change the flooring but then we would also have to change the flooring in the adjoining dining room/computer room so why not just knock out a wall and make one big kitchen because with seven kids we're bound to have a lot of grandkids and we need a bigger table to seat them. Whew, was that a long sentence or is it just me?

Anyway, has anyone besides me read the beloved children's book, If You Give A Mouse A Cookie? My kitchen is a lot like that book right now. But destroying my kitchen is the MOST stress-relieving activity I've had in months! There is something quite cathartic about knocking down walls and scraping paint. It's downright blissful!

I need prayer and possibly a psych consult.

A few of my favorite things

Can we just talk about last night's shellacking of the Democrats in the midterm election? I haven't enjoyed this level of beautiful politics in I dare say a decade! Red is my favorite color. Do I think Obama has been neutered and we are ushering in a golden age utopia? No. Obama and his executive order pen both think the Constitution doesn't apply to them and the GOPs, generally speaking, are a bunch of pantywaists. But still, it was delicious. Truly.

Another Duggar girl got married and I'm a sucker for a sweet wedding. Jessa wore blush and the staunch legalists of the world united in an uproar over her lack of purity. As a recovering legalist, I thrust my fist in the air and said, "YES to all blush dresses of the world and the fundamentalist girls brave enough to wear them!" Embrace the blush, ladies. It was gorgeous from what I've seen of the carefully and slowly doled out pictures from People.com.

I'm in a home remodel mode for a couple of reasons. One is my mom's health and my very keen awareness that I need to make the most of every moment. Add to that The Nesting Place. The Nester speaks to me. She guides me with her beautiful pictures. She clearly told me to paint this fireplace white.

She also told me those horrible Little House on the Prairie sconces have to die a horrible death. I'm determined to have an amazing Thanksgiving and Christmas. And who can have an amazing Thanksgiving and Christmas in a dated pink and blue kitchen? Who can have an amazing Thanksgiving and Christmas in the presence of those sconces? Not I. So, the pink and blue kitchen, the drab fireplace, and these stenciled leaves, which I stenciled when I was still in my 30s, have got to go.

Neither the Nester nor I approve. Put all these things together and this means in the next 21 days I shall repaint the main floor of my house, paint my fireplace white, and replace my kitchen floor. I am (a crazy) woman, hear me roar.

Along those lines, I found the most adorable Christmas decorations! Snow owls. Why snow owls? I can't answer that but as with many things lately, they speak to me.

And I bought them. Lots of them. I'm having a blingy red and silver snow owl tree. I'm having two trees actually because it's going to be that kind of Christmas. My theme for this Christmas is "The Year of Bling". Everything bright and full of glitter makes me giddy. Sparkly, fresh paint, and owls. With the Nester on my side I. Cannot. Be. Stopped.

I couldn't have a 'my favorite things' list without including little granddude! If he doesn't make you smile, you better check your pulse. This boy puts the grand in grandson. So much smoochy goodness!

Gigi loves you to the moon and back, grandbuddy!