Bottom line? Even though a few family members and friends were a bit shocked/disappointed, I am loving my pared-down kitchen. The bad news is that the basketload is still holding court in the dining room, waiting expectantly for some kind of action.
The good news is that every last nail has been pulled in prep for spackling and painting. The resident handyman hasn't decided when that'll be. And since there's a big ol' square hole carved over our eating area because of a mysterious water leak, I figure it'll get done sooner or later.
But in the process of surveying the scene with a critical eye, I became motivated to uncover our beautiful hardwood floors. Two decades ago, we bought a heavy braided oval rug, which has served us very well. But the sun streaming through the windows has faded it over time, and I'm not in need of protecting toddling little ones from bumps and bruises any more. So ... I rolled it up and the resident handyman hauled it to the attic. And I LOVE those cool smooth hardwood floors underfoot in the summertime.
And now ... what to do with that basket? Ideas, anyone?