The Great Weidner Kitchen Reveal of 2012

Once upon a time there was a girl. And she had long beautiful locks of blonde hair. She was tan and toned and her clothes fit her like smooth peanut butter coating a ripe apple.

And then there was this other girl named Bev. And she had this really orange kitchen. And it was just fine and cute and great and whatever and la la la for a good 5 years.

As the years passed, Bev and her husband Aaron would toss about the idea of doing a remodel. Starting from scratch. Lighting the match. Pimp it out, natch. It was a cold Saturday morning in January when Bev was on a routine grocery run, and that’s when life took a turn. In the bottom of a clearance basket in the cleaning isle, she spotted the cutest little dish scrubby ever. She bought it, took it home and gave it a new life on her countertop. She stood back, tilted her head to one side, called for Aaron to come look, and then uttered the words that would change their lives and risk their marriage forever, “Uh yeah, this kitchen is way jank for this cute little dish scrubby. Time to remodel!”

After a round of texts with their dear friend/awesome home renovator/guy who did their bathroom only a few years before, Eric, it was decided. He would drive in from Colorado with a trailer full of tools and they would gut it and rip it and tear it to shreds and do the thang right. And they would also stop talking in 3rd person.

This was the night the Blair Witch and her raccoon stopped by for a spell.

AAAAAAND VOILA!

Yes. Yes.

Custom built floating wooden shelves. Death becomes me.

Lower open cabinets to hold bigger items. I don’t know why I have the coffee pot and the juicer so snuggled up. And look at that nail sticking out! HA. Eric, come back and hammer that in, ‘mkay?

White subway tile. Our bathroom matches. These things can’t be helped.

This little area is the COFFEE STATION. Every morning I turn on the under shelf lighting and yell to Aaron, “I’m having coffee in the coffee station! Don’t you want to join me? Are you tired of me calling it a coffee station? Want me to stop? Fat chaaaanncceeeee.”

Check out that recessed light over the sink. LIGHT. Real life light.

The area below the microwave used to be two long shelves, but we had custom large drawers (that soft close!) built so that I don’t bust a vein when trying to reach my heavy cast iron in the very back.

Aaron is building me a pot rack this weekend. This is considered PART DEUX of that whole risking the marriage thing.

We kept the electric range, but Eric went ahead and got me set up for gas, for when I go out this weekend and surprise Aaron with a new gas range. OH I’M KIDDING.

Maybe next weekend.

I had to show you this pee-ummmp hood because it’s just so dang pretty. And there’s no grease under there. Yet.

See that storage above the fridge? It was a total random last minute vision by the dudes and within a few hours it came to life and I squealed a lot.

Oh! My calendar is out of date. I need to change that real quick. Hold on.

Okay, my feng shui is back in order now, WHEW.

Cutting. Board. Slots.

I mean really.

This coiled industrial faucet was the very first thing we bought and I slept with it for a week straight.

See that little button to the right? That’s the garbage disposal button. Sounds like feathers tickling your heart.

This sink makes my life so good.

And this! These wall niches were also a random vision from Aaron and at first I was like, whatevz, but I die now every time I look at them. I’m absolutely in love.

This little corner will be addressed this weekend. PART TROIS of the marriage risking thing.

And this is the kitchen from the other end of the room. The stove and hood are to the right, in case you needed MY AID.

And there you have it! My new kitchen. That I will never leave. So don’t even try and make me.

My thanks go to:

* Eric, I mean seriously. You rule it.

* Laura, for lending us your man for 2 weeks.

* Aaron, for keeping me calm and making me realize that you actually DO have good ideas and are smart and wonderful.

* Rimann Liquors, obvi.

Some of the before shots, if your heart can even take it:

Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go take a nap on my new quartz countertops.