Yeah, it was that bad.

Yeah, the kitchen was this bad. Points that I found particularly difficult to reconcile:

• One could not open the oven without hitting the fridge.
• The floor is both unattractive and uncleanable. The bifecta of uselessness.
• The elegant pegboard surround to conceal the stove from prying eyes.
• The 2.2 square inches of counter space.
• The fridge covering up the window.

We had a bit of a problem with the bathroom above (read: we hired idiots to remodel it) and had to redo all of the plumbing. Hence, sunroof effect. At least we got to admire that beautiful new plumbing for the last year and a half.

Okay, one more pic for posterity:

You’ll note the high-fashion curtain over the sink. I made that to give the highly dysfunctional group house next door a little privacy. There’s nothing quite like waking up at four in the morning to your neighbors slashing each other’s tires. They’ve since moved, and the new guys are awesome. We know nothing about them, not their names, drugs of choice, parole status… nothing. Just between us? I’m a little in love with them.

Thanks to the wonderful Steven, this kitchen is now a thing of the past.  Demolition pics forthcoming.