For the next 6 days we officially owned a house, but were not able to enter it. The flooring guys came and worked their butts off but we were breathing down their necks. There was a list of things that had to get done before I was willing to move into that house and we now had only two weeks until move out day in our apartment.
Kitchen was #1: My first job was washing the walls. There appeared to have been a small but smoky stove fire that had left everything in the space with a grimy layer of soot. Josh and I both agreed we wanted a fresh green kitchen, however, our bold choice of Eccentric Lime was probably due to the depressing dinge of the original walls.
Everything in the house is lead, that is the truth, you really can't expect anything less in a house of that age. My take on it is: encase it, and don't allow toddlers to knaw on your wood work. Everything required a thick coat of white oil primer, thank god for kilz! It is pretty much the wrapping that protects us from our house's true inner dirt. Before we could prime we also had to remove some AMAZING vinyl floral 70's wallpaper that I honestly wish we had kept as a souvenier. Josh set about that task and I went about removing the 2-3 layers of contact paper that covered every cabinet. We scrapped for two straight days, it was mind numbing.
In the end, everything took three layers of paint on top of the primer.... so yes that is four coats of paint. This process took a very long time and the cabinets required endless patience with a wee roller. We were painting the kitchen LONG into our move in process. Which meant we 'camped' for about 2 weeks before we could unpack everything. The kitchen would become and continues to be a daily struggle for me. You will see more blog entries about this kitchen then you ever thought possible.