In the previous post, I had decided on an Ikea "Adel" front for the kitchen cabinets. It's too modern; its stamped rails and stiles are twice the width of the butler's pantry shaker door rails and stiles which I'm trying to match.
So, not being a huge fan of this mdf door and drawer front, and after looking around the IKEAFANS forums, I realized, 1. Because of the modular nature of Ikea, I can order their boxes with the fancy Blum slides, Euro hinges and drawers without having to order their cabinet doors. I would be fine living with cabinets without doors until we can afford the right doors. Anything to move the rats! 2. I can paint the more appropriate door, the wood "Tidaholm", to match, or can order unfinished shaker door fronts from Scherr's where they are familiar with Ikea measurements.
Here are great photos of a painted Tidaholm kitchen:
http://www.ikeafans.com/forums/attachments/photos/6126d1195228802-painted-tidaholm-cabinets-new-kitchen-kitchen-october-2007-b.jpg
http://www.ikeafans.com/forums/attachments/photos/6127d1195228818-painted-tidaholm-cabinets-new-kitchen-kitchen-october-2007-d.jpg
And a spray booth setup for the doors:
http://www.ikeafans.com/forums/modifications/11859-painting-tidaholm.html
I've been thinking also about not having a kickspace, instead filling the area with matching painted strips of plywood. Instead of doors under the sink, maybe a curtain. There are many details I could do to make the basic Ikea kitchen look more period, less Ikea. And then my homeowner guilt will be assuaged.
The Ikea Kitchen
So, we had saved up vast sums of money. Vast sums for us, anyway. Realizing we'll never be rich and with the understanding that neither house nor neighborhood is a period gem, and also that I don't have the time to build cabinets, I decided to go with Ikea instead. This is the front I've chosen. The rails and stiles (false, mdf-molded) are wider than the plain shaker-style doors of the built in pantry.
"Adel" cabinet
I know, I'm an old-house traitor, but this at least honors the period, -ish, and the 1928 built-in ironing cabinet will be carefully covered by a tall pantry instead of being half-obscured by a refrigerator. A future owner can rediscover it. We're also opting for the period-ish smaller sister of this sink. The cabinets total was $1400, plus our "new" appliances now living at my mom's. Sadly, there is room in this layout for the leggy 1920's electric stove we passed up as being too large at the Salvation Army in January. Anyhow, this was the plan.
And then- we both became unemployed. Mine planned, him on a voluntary gamble. No new jobs in sight yet. No new cabinets. I'd love to just paint the old 70's ones, but renter abuse has caused them to be held together with tape. Dogs have chewed the stiles, feet have cracked the doors.
A week before my last day of work, Ralph was staring intently at the base of the cabinet next to the stove. I bent down and heard gnawing in the kickspace. And I felt depressed knowing how close we would have come to getting the rats out of the kitchen, i.e., using the pile of cash! to remove the rotted remains of the current sink cabinet and patching up the missing floor, wall, and joists over the crawlspace. Then, installing new cabinets with our pile of cash!
There was rat poop on the counter last night. All the kitchen cracks and blatant openings within reach are taped over with long strips of packing and duct tape. Tired of the rats! How do they survive in the flooded crawlspace, anyway? It's like Venice down there in the rainy season.
But I sure feel great knowing the rats love their kitchen Disneyland! Har. And it's good to know FHA loans have an excellent safety net.
I know, I'm an old-house traitor, but this at least honors the period, -ish, and the 1928 built-in ironing cabinet will be carefully covered by a tall pantry instead of being half-obscured by a refrigerator. A future owner can rediscover it. We're also opting for the period-ish smaller sister of this sink. The cabinets total was $1400, plus our "new" appliances now living at my mom's. Sadly, there is room in this layout for the leggy 1920's electric stove we passed up as being too large at the Salvation Army in January. Anyhow, this was the plan.
And then- we both became unemployed. Mine planned, him on a voluntary gamble. No new jobs in sight yet. No new cabinets. I'd love to just paint the old 70's ones, but renter abuse has caused them to be held together with tape. Dogs have chewed the stiles, feet have cracked the doors.
A week before my last day of work, Ralph was staring intently at the base of the cabinet next to the stove. I bent down and heard gnawing in the kickspace. And I felt depressed knowing how close we would have come to getting the rats out of the kitchen, i.e., using the pile of cash! to remove the rotted remains of the current sink cabinet and patching up the missing floor, wall, and joists over the crawlspace. Then, installing new cabinets with our pile of cash!
There was rat poop on the counter last night. All the kitchen cracks and blatant openings within reach are taped over with long strips of packing and duct tape. Tired of the rats! How do they survive in the flooded crawlspace, anyway? It's like Venice down there in the rainy season.
But I sure feel great knowing the rats love their kitchen Disneyland! Har. And it's good to know FHA loans have an excellent safety net.
Outdoor photos
While I haven't been doing much to the house, the plants I planted in February are growing along. This year I decided to have more plants more adapted to my feast/famine climate and (who knew?) have needed less water as a result.
Since I didn't buy new dirt again this year for the vegetable garden frame, the plants doing the best are in pots on the deck. There are at least $10 worth in ripening native blueberries and 10 tomato plants in big plastic pots. Corn and zucchini are struggling along in the infill sand/clay mix in the side yard.
The twin house next door is in pre-foreclosure. It seems the silly asking price resulted from the owners taking a $55,000 home equity loan several years back, to redo something at their current house across the river. Adding that loan to its main mortgage of $124000 gave it a hefty price way more than any sane person would pay. One woman driving by saw the price written on the For-Sale-By-Owner sign and asked us if there was a swimming pool made of gold in the backyard. After 1 and 1/2 years on the market, it was listed by a realtor briefly in January, for $155,000.
The lawn hadn't been cut in months and after several calls to Jacksonville city services, an independent contractor (teens working for their dad) charged up a $500 lien, for 10 minutes with a riding lawnmower. They also mowed over the Sale sign since it was buried in weeds.
2nd Housiversary
Today is our second anniversary of living here. I have a list of 54 items to be done to the house, and 14 have been crossed off so far (including the ones I crossed off after deciding not to do them). Per year, that's an average of ...oh never mind, that's too depressing to think about. Depressing like my conversation yesterday with the renter previewing the property next door. My old, recently broken fence stood between us as I watered my peppers and she said to no one in particular "of course, this fence needs to be fixed," and I said ashamedly, "That's my fence." Why mention the confluence of events: strong wind storms last week and careless renters bashing into the boards, and it being my first day off since November-I wanted to relax, not do fence repair! Despite words, the fence looks like it's been broken for years! Bad Kathryn! No wonder you get crap neighbors!
At that moment, since she was the first renter I've seen on that property in a month, who looked like a responsible person, I wanted to apologize for my peeling paint and the in-progress deck. I told her how long we'd lived here and it seemed her face got tight. Perhaps she isn't rehab-neighborhood material. Or maybe, now on my second day of vacation, I need to go outside right now and fix that fence if I want anyone good moving next door.
Sometimes it's easy to feel down about living in a rehab neighborhood, and I'm kind of a Debbie Downer to begin with. However, my sister is interested in the available house on the other side of us so last week we went tiptoeing around it. Literally tiptoeing, because the weeds and grass are so tall they obscure the "for sale by owner" sign that's been up a year and a half. We stood on their rotting back deck next to a weedy 2-foot hole in the ground, piles of rotting trash and falling-down roof overhang and my house looked darn good, like hot stuff! It could be much worse!
At that moment, since she was the first renter I've seen on that property in a month, who looked like a responsible person, I wanted to apologize for my peeling paint and the in-progress deck. I told her how long we'd lived here and it seemed her face got tight. Perhaps she isn't rehab-neighborhood material. Or maybe, now on my second day of vacation, I need to go outside right now and fix that fence if I want anyone good moving next door.
Sometimes it's easy to feel down about living in a rehab neighborhood, and I'm kind of a Debbie Downer to begin with. However, my sister is interested in the available house on the other side of us so last week we went tiptoeing around it. Literally tiptoeing, because the weeds and grass are so tall they obscure the "for sale by owner" sign that's been up a year and a half. We stood on their rotting back deck next to a weedy 2-foot hole in the ground, piles of rotting trash and falling-down roof overhang and my house looked darn good, like hot stuff! It could be much worse!
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