So this was our starting point - a kitchen with no working appliances, a granite countertop, oddly decorated cabinetry, a black and white checkered marble and granite floor, and a weirdly constructed pantry that jutted out into the room.
Originally, we planned to live with it (minus the black decor on the cabinets) for a few years in order to save up the money to gut it and start over. But I was having a really, REALLY hard time getting excited about the house (to read why,
go back to this entry) - the kitchen became my scapegoat. The energy was just not right. If that weren't enough, Brent was looking for something to swing a sledgehammer at, and the pantry was just begging for it.
The proverbial straw was when my dad announced that the guys working on his remodel were stalled (waiting on tile or something). If Brent was to help out, we could hire their assistant who was competent enough to do what we needed. It would cost us a fraction of what we would have to pay later, especially if Brent was too busy at work (he had some time off before starting his new job at this point). So...we remodeled the pantry/utility area and moved the entry back to its original floorplan.
PART I - the cabinets.
Brent removed them all. The wooden embellishments had to be popped off which then meant I had to fill in the depression with drywall mud. I then sanded everything, painted them antique white, and rehung them.