It requires a lot of patience.
It requires a good sum of money.
It requires a lot of decision making and then flexibility in those decisions.
And then once complete, it requires you to wear blinders when looking at the rest of your home.
Mr. Handsome and I discussed this when we first threw around the idea of remodeling the kitchen.
*He said, "You know it will make the rest of the house look like shit."
* I said, "Maybe, it will inspire us to work on some other plans for the rest of the house."
* He said, "Really? You know you are going to want to change everything."
I totally want to change everything. However, we are flat broke. There is no more cabbage. The wallet chirps like crickets upon opening. It's goose eggs in the ol' bank account. Nada, no more. Gonzo.
So I have to make cheapo changes. Like, re-arrange vs. re-do. clean-up vs. demolition. vacuum vs. replace. spray paint vs. re-frame. All oldies but goodies and most can be done for Zero Dollar$.
Let's start here shall we? This is Elvis's closet. Elvis is a hoarder. Elvis will perhaps be on a TV show one day about kids who never really learned the fine art of "playing." Just the fine art of dumping every bin of toys they own into a giant pile. You could not even open the door. Frightening.
So in an effort to keep me from calling in the contractor to build an elaborate set of shelving and then bringing in the professional organizer to set up a system that works for the average hoarder, I dove in with a trash bag.
Truth be told, it's a rare day that I "call in" the experts. I have a very high regard for my skills and blindly believe I can pretty much take on any task. Seriously, maybe it's too much HGTV, maybe my self-esteem is better than I lead on but I'm willing to tackle a task before consulting an expert.
Open heart surgery, anyone?
With garbage bags full and vacuum plugged in, I am proud to say, this is how it looks now.
And then I went and did this.