Last night, my husband finishing hanging all of our hand painted kitchen cabinets. I squealed in delight at the finished project. We've lived in our home for 6.5 years and for the majority I had brass door knobs and off white paint. The older range (what I like to call my vintage gas oven) had stainless steel which clashed like cymbals with the other hard ware. It wasn't an ugly kitchen by any means, but it wasn't pulled together nicely either. That's often the custom in old homes. When one thing goes, you just replace that item and it's often a hodge podge look. My kitchen also had bright white appliances in an off white cabinet kitchen that had gotten pretty banged up over time. Not to mention that my kids had also used one door in their toddler art masterpieces that I couldn't get off no matter how hard I scrubbed. With no paint to just touch up those areas, we had no choice. It was time to freshen the space by painting those bad boys.
It's funny how some things take you years to get to. For so long I think we had put off painting the cabinets, because we thought it was going to take us forever to get the project done. It was done in a week. We've been praying through selling our home and moving closer to family, and that motivation has gotten a lot of needed projects crossed off our list.
But the funny thing is, it isn't about selling our home, or fixing it up for someone else, or trying to get top dollar, I realized that this home of mine, these cabinets finally painted are a reflection of who I am and the order and beauty I crave in my home. I've realized that even if we don't stay here that long to enjoy it, it was nice to get a project I've been wanting to do done. The satisfaction of that accomplishment means a lot in and of itself.
It's true, that "love gathers here". It's so cliche and cheesy and yet is my heart in my home. It's what I want for my kitchen as I prepare delicious meals for my family and love creating that beauty in the ordinary.