Changing Rooms

Rebecca from Celestial Motherhood has got her own back on me included me in a new meme that is photo-based.

Here are the rules:

1. open your first photo folder in your computer library.
2. scroll to the 10th photo
3. post the photo and the story behind it
4. tag 5 or more people to continue the thread

This is my 10th photo:



When we first bought this house four years ago we knew that it needed some work doing to it (old house, hadn't had any major refurbishment since the owners moved in 14 years previously, everything was dated and nicotine stained) and it was always the plan to fit a new kitchen as priority.  Approximately six months before finding/offering money for/buying the house, we bought a range cooker in the post-Christmas sales and had to buy a house that it would fit into and design/build our kitchen around it.  Yes, I know... you can stop rolling your eyes now.  It seemed like a good idea at the time and the cooker was a BARGAIN!

A well-known D.I.Y. superstore representative came to our house, helped us design the layout and we went and ordered all the components that we needed.  We were given a delivery date and, through desperation of using a crappy kitchen and the desire to get the new one in as soon as possible, we set about demolishing the original layout.

You know what's coming next don't you?  On the day that the delivery was expected the order was incomplete.  Some cupboards were missing, some duplicated, the taps for the sink were damaged and there was a couple of drawers missing.  It took a full week for everything to be delivered (in dribs and drabs) and we ended up with four duplicate cupboards, one of which we used and the other three we returned to our local store and received a refund...

Anyway, I love our kitchen now and we are very proud of the fact that we have done EVERYTHING ourselves - the fitting, the electrics, the lights, the tiling; the whole kit and caboodle.

I now tag:

Footnote:  no Carole Smilie's or Handy Andy's were harmed in the making of this kitchen