I've chiselled out two layers of tiles and scraped off three layers of wallpaper, I've plastered, skimmed and sanded. I've measured and measured over and over to make sure my design would fit and to make sure I'd ordered the correct amount of flooring. I've constructed fourteen (yes, 14!!!) IKEA flat pack units. I've waited in for two IKEA orders, one flooring order and had numerous trips to B&Q and Thorns. I've entrusted my home in the hands of builders I'd never used before (who fortunately turned out to be brilliant) and have roped in assistance from my nearest and dearest, including my Dad who has very kindly taken many trips to the rubbish tip to dispose of the old kitchen for me as I don't have a car. Thanks to my own hard work, of which I must say I'm pretty proud, and the help of others I've managed to do it all on a pretty tight budget which has made the end result all the more satisfying. I've learned lots of new DIY skills along the way and am generally feeling pretty chuffed with myself. So here it is:
|My bambootiful floor :)|
The last picture if of my new favourite tea tray which was a birthday present following this post. It's just as pretty in real life as I had hoped. I kept it safely out of the way while all the work was going on and am very happy to have it out and in use now.
I'm really rather in love with my kitchen and can't believe it's actually mine. Now we've just got to see if I actually dare do any cooking for fear of messing up my new favourite room....