For the first time I can ever remember I wanted to get up out of bed at 5 a.m. Yes, cynical family members, you read that correctly. As I stated to wake up this morning and did my usual glance at the clock to see what time it was I saw 4:42. I started contemplating the day. I did need to get up around 6:30 this morning for my figure drawing group but that was an hour and a half away, certainly enough time to roll over and push away the dread of getting out of bed. If you’re not a morning person, getting out of bed is a sort of a daily fight with your subconscious.
This morning though, my mind was racing with problems and then possibilities. I was thinking about my new house.
Yesterday Mike (my son) and I went over there to start taking out the old kitchen cabinets to reuse in my new studio. Back to that idea of a coat of paint can solve any issue. Also in that trip to the house I had measurements for several pieces of furniture to see how, where, and if they would fit. I had also cut up paper in the dimensions of some pieces to lay on the floor to get a better sense of how they would fit. It’s one thing to use a tape measure, it’s another thing to actually see how much real estate something takes up and to have to walk around it. It proved to be a useful exercise.
I was also thinking, it’s a good thing this isn’t the first house I’ve remodeled or the sight of that wall sans cabinets might have sent me into a tailspin. Between the holes I put in the wall with the crowbar, the patch of paneling mixed in with the sheetrock behind one base cabinet and the lack of wall whatsoever behind the largest cabinet I felt a sense of accomplishment, understanding of course that Mike had done the real work and I was once again the gofor. The one drawback was that pesky oven vent wired into the wall. That one was beyond our capabilities, so it’s now sitting on the last base cabinet left on that wall until an electrician can remove it.
Bouncing back in forth in my head was what my next steps should be before the contractor is hired, what furniture will fit and what about the cool stuff in the architectural surplus store? I can’t imagine anyone not getting excited about great finds in a surplus store, but then again I’m sure they are out there, just not in the little world in my head. Brewing in there are visions of using one of the great old butler’s pantries I saw, instead of a row of cabinets in the new kitchen. I hadn’t brought my tape measure in there with me when we went looking, but I knew the dimensions were on their web site. Couple that with design ideas I’d gotten from HGTV and Pinterest, add the funky chandelier I had already ordered and bingo, time to get out of bed an see if it’s all really possible.