I wonder what's behind the drywall...

I fail to understand why anyone would design a kitchen which was connected to the dining area only by a pass through and a door way into a hall. It made the hall balanced and symmetrical, but isolated me in the kitchen when I was cooking. Not fun.

The ledge wasn't wide enough to put anything significant on and it certainly wasn't wide enough to use as a breakfast bar.

Day after day I longed to poke a hole in the drywall, on the kitchen side, and have a little look 'round.

Day after day I chickened out and played my favorite game: What If.

What If I poked a hole in the wall and encountered a sewer pipe? 

What if I poked a hole in the wall and encountered electrical wiring?

Who was going to patch up that hole? 

Certainly not me. I didn't know how. In college we had always used wet toilet paper to patch holes in our dorm room walls. And I certainly wasn't going to repeat those shenanigans!

All I had to do was make the merest suggestion to my friends who were doing the tile work and BOOM!

First a look-about hole. We looked about and guess what? No wires. No plumbing. Nothing. Zip. Zero. 

Watching my friend have all that hammer whacking, drywall destroying fun must have been what whet my appetite for M.O.R.E. That coupled with ripping up carpet, prying up tack strips and chiseling up 100 tiles, I was hooked. The demo and remodel bug got me. Well, at least the demo part.

At first I just envisioned a doorway/opening into the dining area. 

But the wheels they keep on turning. Day and night.

I think my friends began to worry that I might just keep demo-ing things and never quite getting around to fixing them back up. 

I've seen houses like that. 

One can get used to living in chaos.

A friend suggested DIY and remodeling blogs like Green Seed Creations and The Lettered Cottage, etc. They were awesome! They filled me ideas and inspiration. While at work I longed to be at home with a hammer, my "Red Devil" tool, and the Robo-grip pliers.

After the wall was opened up I was able to enjoy that wonderful transitional look of unfinished projects until a very kind friend came and put up studs to make the opening not quite so wide, hung drywall (I think I helped), and even plastered over it.  Recently I was informed that is it not called "plastering" it is called "drywall finishing." Okay. That's good information. 







Sorry, can't show you the finished wall unless I show you what having that unfinished wall led to.

So, up next: Why Not Move the Refrigerator?