The struggle is real

Guuuuys, I've spent like four days sanding and painting cabinets. I'm no where near finished and I already never want to see another cabinet in my life. Also, what is it about home renos that make a person simultaneously homicidal and entirely lethargic? Or is that just me? 

 

You see, from the picture it doesn't look too bad. That's what I thought too. Until we moved in and I realized that the picture didn't accurately reflect the completely out of hand situation these cabinets are in. When they painted the cabinets, they didn't sand the original finish off, so the cabinets are a hot mess of sticky paint and what appears to be years of grease and dust build up. So glamorous. So after SIX DAYS of sanding, peeling, scrubbing and painting I am here. 

 

I have only just begun the actual doors. Two days of work and I have ONE ready for paint. All this because I had a vision of farmhouse chic. Someone should have slapped me right in the face with the cold fish of real life. Though after a period of extensive googling I did finally find the replacements for the cabinet pulls that are missing. Three hours of internet scouring and more money than I care to admit to for three handles, I found success. So I have that going for me. 

I also have this one cabinet face that is more precious to me than gold right now. 

 

Someday we will have a kitchen. That will be such a glorious day.