The people that lived there before had a different definition of 'country' than I do. They do make the kitchen feel warm and inviting. Lets just say noone has ever asked if they need to take their shoes off.
My sink. It really finishes the kitchen. I like it but it is a pain in the butt to keep clean. Hopefully one day I will talk him into putting in a dishwasher.
The pig cabinet freaks me out a little. It has no legs and it feels like the eyes follow you. I could really do without that cabinet. This picture also shows the blue carpet I wrote about yesterday. I cannot wait until it is gone.
I don't mind the cabinets above the counter. Plain and serviceable. I wish the shelves were adjustable. That and that the inside wasn't painted a pukish red color. I guess it could be worse the inside could be the same color as the paneling.
I actually like the little shelves beside the window with the mirror behind them. I have found good cow and chicken figurines. I have yet to find a good pig one, so if anyone finds one let me know.
Another view of the stove. There is probably a good 4 feet beside the trashcan before you get to the door. Plenty of room for cabinets and maybe even the fridge. I told Austin that he could even put the dishwasher over there. He said we would want a sink beside the dishwasher and I said. "What you couldn't put another one over there. The sink wouldn't have to be very big." He looked at me like I was crazy.
The view from my kitchen window. Austin recently put up a platform bird feeder right under the window and didn't tell me. So all the birds would fly to it and it looked like they were flying into the window. I could have killed him, he thought it was funny when he caught me off guard ducking because of the stupid birds.
This house has a lot of little updates we would like to do to it. We have painted almost every room but the kitchen paneling, the dining room and bathroom. I can live with the dining room. I am counting down the days until I get to paint the kitchen paneling. We already painted the walls. The people before us smoked so there was the smokers shadow on the walls. They said they had painted everything the year before. There is no way, you could tell right where the pictures were hanging. It was really bad. It was years of shadow, I know my dad is over a pack a day. So glad I quit.
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