I'm Kate St.Cyr. Frequent wearer of overalls, with a day (okayyyyy two to three) old braid in my hair, and questionable material under my fingernails. I love lard, raw milk, and old fashioned ways. I am trying to navigate and find my place in New England, and turn our antique 1700's farmland into a thriving self-sufficient farm and homestead once again. Follow along on my homesteading journey for some good eats, natural and old fashioned ways, and some adorable animals.
Sometimes I get so distracted by the overwhelming and seemingly insurmountable amount of work I have ahead of me in terms of home and land restoration, raising animals, and general life, that I forget to stop and look how far everything has come. I look at my newly opened pockets of land wishing and dreaming for wide open spaces, and have completely forgotten that only a year and a half ago there was nothing but woods. Granted, we have only cleared about 3% of our land, but it's something and we are making progress.
Then there's the kitchen. Ohhhh my kitchen. I love it. It's old, beautiful, oozes character that few have, and I dare you to find a single level surface or square corner in it! But the old girl didn't always look that way. Ohhhhhhh no. She used to have painted teal floors, deep dark red painted brick, unsealed cabinets, and raw skimmed walls. Whaaaat? Yes, it was beyond horrific...and dirty. But, I saw the potential and started plugging away the second we stepped in the door. Now, it is the gem of the house and if I could, I'd sleep in it. To appreciate truly how far it's come, we need a starting point. So let's see where it all began shall we?
These photos are straight from the Zillow listing, and this is what I saw when I went to look at it the first time.
This kitchen (not to mention the rest of the house) was idly waiting for someone to embrace it with open arms and see the inner beauty hidden beneath the dirt and hideous color choices. I am that someone and I literally did embrace it with open arms the second it officially became ours. I dropped on the floors, stared at the beams, and let my imagination run rampant. Since then, it has gotten a major face lift and is now filled with homemade and meaningful pieces that each have a story.
I won't bore you with all of the "in between" photos throughout the transition, because the differences in the "after photos" are clear enough. FYI I put after photos in quotations because it still isn't "done". I did it again! There is still a kick plate to install, counter tops to replace, light fixtures to address, my antique cookstove to be restored and put into place, and most definitely need to lose the black refrigerator. But there is no denying this progress people!
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