My husband was probably giddy about going to work today. His hands are so sore, he actually needed me to button the cuffs on his shirt this morning. Yeah, it was that kind of week-end..lots of hammering, banging, unscrewing, you name it. I was mostly on clean-up detail trying to keep the debris at reasonable levels. No sense doing anything else to beautify the place with my tazmanian devil kicking up as much dust as he is.
My husband is a genie..I will give him that. I share my wishes with him and he can make them happen..most of them that is. He’s not wild about unexpected changes, but once I explain my vision (haha) he’s pretty happy to try and turn it into reality. One of those wishes was to take down the breakfast bar. It started with the purchase of my “dream sink and faucet” which turned out to be too big for the allotted space because of the vertical piece of granite under the bar. We’re getting new granite anyway, so I convinced my guy to “just cut it down” and create one nice flat continuous counter area with lower barstools at the outer edge. Well, as you can imagine, it was a little more complex than “just cutting it down.”
But he did it!
My biggest job yesterday was degreasing the disgusting stove. I tried to imagine what the house must have smelled like when that thing was turned on. I kept thinking of the previous owner… (WHAT’S THE MATTER WITH YOU??? HOW COULD YOU LIVE LIKE THIS??? ) Thanks to KatieComeBack, a fellow blogger, I was able to find an orange degreasing product that cut through the years of accumulated filth. I used the entire bottle and spent most of the day removing ever deeper layers of gunk with my razor. There was this weird sense of satisfaction every time I lifted up a slice of this grossness…reminded me of summers as a teen, pulling at my peeling, sunburnt skin and getting a huge piece off that I would run and show my sisters. (I know, it’s sickening!!!) I even took apart the door to get inside the triple paned glass to remove, (you guessed it) more grease and more cat hair. The inside of the oven is so bad that I’m going to have to run the self cleaning program on a day we can open all the doors. I tried to remove the residue of repeated food explosions (??) from the inside, but simply cannot get it off.
I do have a question though that has vexed me for some time. You know how stainless can get like a long, thin water dribble looking stain on it? I have that on my dishwasher at home and have never been able to remove it. I have it on this oven door as well…any ideas how to get that off?
My husband and I have decided to pitch a TV show to the Better Homes and Gardens channel..this would be a more realistic version of a couple working on fixing up a house..there would be lots of arguing, tension, blaming, moodiness and mistakes..like yesterday when my husband was cutting drywall and I was closely following his saw with the nozzle of the shop-vac to suck up all the dust. Neither of us realized until he was done cutting that the shop-vac wasn’t even turned on! HAHAHA!!!!!
I’m telling ya, It’d be great.