After I started this kitchen remodeling project, after the cupboards were torn out piece by piece, split into pieces and burned, I felt the presence of the woman whose kitchen I had just destroyed, my mother-in-law. Her presence was a joy in my life for a mere 25 years. She was a perfect mother-in-law. I moved into her house, changed a few things, but never touched the kitchen because it had been her dream kitchen when she first moved into this house. It’s been 16 years since she passed and I finally had the courage to build my dream kitchen, but not without reservations.
Of course, the obvious, can we really afford it? I don’t really need it. It will be such a mess. But something about hanging on to the old worn cupboards, whose drawers swelled and stuck and whose hardware was falling apart and could not be replaced. It was still her kitchen. She would have laughed at me and said Do what you want… it’s your house now. But I couldn’t.
I have saved a few pieces of the old birch cupboards to incorporate somehow into the new. I think she would like that.