If you remember back a couple weeks ago, we found these wonderful old cabinets from the 1920's on Craigslist...
We hauled them home in brother-in-law Pete's trailer up the highway to our warehouse to work on them.
And I started to work on them... sanding... staining... polyurathaning....
I painted all the interior surfaces with a thick coat of "food safe" paint meant for dairy milk house rooms on farms. It was a stinky oil-based paint, so I waited till a nice day when I could work in the open doorway. Not too many days like that in November in Wisconsin, so I really got lucky with 2 days in a row to get this part done. The fumes gassing off were horrible, but soon they dried to a hard shiny finish.
Soon it was time to start staining!
Two coats of polyurathane went on easily..
and the wood was just gleaming under my hands!
I ordered new latches and drawer pulls for the cabinets.
I could not find the same shaped replacement hinges in black.
Instead of buying new ones, Steve ground off the old painted hinge surface for me
and I re-painted them with Rustoleum's Hammered Metal Paint.
Then I ordered a new copper sink and a tall gooseneck kitchen faucet to match.
On one of the enclosed sides that will face the wall, I wrote a little message to people of the future who someday may be tearing the house down or removing these "old cabinets" to put in "new ones" LOL
I can't stand back far enough to get a good complete shot of all the cabinets because they are situated alongside the motorhome in our warehouse for now. Once they are installed in the new house, I can take a new shot.
You may wonder why I am so crazy gaa-gaa about these cabinets? Well----
As I have been working on these cabinets, sanding and stripping and wiping ... then staining and wiping again... then sealing and now finally putting on the hardware... I have been thinking.
I identify a lot with these cabinets.
A long time ago, I was battered and bruised just like them. I was told nobody wanted me and nobody would love me. That I wasn't worth anything.
I was just like these old cabinets.
The lady selling the cabinets was told by her friends that it was just foolish for her to try to sell them. The cabinets were junk, no good, ready for the garbage pile. Nobody would want them.
But someone did.
As soon as I saw them advertised on Craigslist, I knew they were for me. I showed Steve and he agreed. They needed to be saved, to be loved, to be valued and taken care of, to add new hardware.
Just like Steve... He saw the good in me, and knew that I had value. He added "new hardware" to my ring finger and made me his wife. The happiest day of my life.
So last night, as I was putting the final coat of polyurethane on the cabinets, I was enjoying their beauty, their strength, their awesome magnificent appearance. I stand there between the two upright cabinets, over the place where my sink will go. I pretend I am looking out my new kitchen window. I dream of them all set in place in our new home--- surrounding me with the love that I put into them.