Makeover of a vintage, hospital green kitchen that was completely transformed into a sunshine filled, happy, cooking area. Spicy Yellow kitchen – part two! Transforming a room only with color. (You can read the challenges, why we did not gut everything in the first place (plus many more details & photos of the makeover), in Part 1 of the spicy yellow kitchen.)
After the owner of this kitchen (hi mom!) agreed reluctantly (very reluctantly) on the most minimal change (paint), the old green kitchen was about to be get a new life.
While we were in Greece, I repainted my mom’s kitchen in what we now call a “spicy yellow kitchen”. It completely renewed the space and it filled it with light. It is a much happier space now and it no longer looks dark and faded.
The kitchen itself, a 50+ years old vintage compilation of wooden cabinets, mosaic floor, marble sink, countertops and backsplash and…orange, double-pin, pulls. Big chunky, square, vintage orange pulls that mom insisted we keep. She is all about vintage that girl. She also hates throwing away stuff, which made the kitchen look like this (warning: shockingly ugly picture):
Initiative is something I wish my dishes had. Seriously, once used, they just sit there in the sink, waiting for me (oh, the nerve) to give them a massage and a scrub and pat them dry and even put them snugly on their shelves. Every single time. It’s terrible I tell you.
To talk about something nicer, which proved both intimidating and empowering: I used my first “dangerous” power tool. And this post is – mostly – about cutting lattice. And using a dremel. And the power tool I am most afraid of.
When we flew back from Greece, (just in time for Thanksgiving’s dinners – perfect timing!), the first view of our home was pretty…sad. It looked so neglected with its summer plants all dead, the hanging pots gone, bags of dirt and mulch plopped in the driveway and the unfinished look that our porch has sported even before we bought the house – who knows for how many years – giving the unattractive view of an abandoned shack.
I had to do something the quick (as in immediately) and dirty (as in dirt – literally) to shape up our front porch for the holidays season. First of all, see how bad it was:
With our silver and gold Christmas wreath ready and the front porch tidying going pretty well, it was time to take The Cute for her first ever excursion to get a Christmas tree. The perfect one of course! She is 2 and half years old now and we can finally go in detail about Santa and how to put up her own ornaments on the tree and let her get – safely – infatuated with colorful lights and generally have a blast.
To tell the whole truth, mommy (that’s me!) was super excited about all the Christmas fun and I have been waiting since last year to tell The Cute about Santa and his flying reindeer.
Ever been to a Greek farmer’s market? If not, come with me and let’s visit one!
The farmer’s market is a “must go” activity in Greece. The shops are set right in the streets and every neighborhood has at least one farmer’s market every week. Rain or shine, metal tables are set under colorful umbrellas and fill with all sorts of delicious produce. Every family shops there (unless they can’t find the time) as the produce comes straight from the producers and the prices are seriously competitive and often much cheaper than in big stores.
Does it get busy? Think “black Friday” busy, every day.