When That '60s Cabinetry Has Got You Down

We've lived here for 11 years. The house was built in 1960. There are many things I like about that. 

Unfortunately, there was a certain size of refrigerator in 1960. It was under 60" tall. It's kind of hard to find one that size. You can. It's just harder. And it takes a certain puzzle-ability to stock things for a family of 6 in a fridge that size.

Our fridge is making weird noises. Loud weird noises.  We've discussed getting a new one but we both felt a little intimidated by the fridge placement and the over-fridge-cabinet we never use. 

So I took things into my own hands. 

Unseen in these photos I took down the cabinet doors and other hardware. 

Dean gets to do the fun stuff.

It feels kind of fun to come home and saw off a part of the kitchen.

And pry up the long nails that hold the bottom shelf on.

Now its all read for me to work my magic. White paint. 

All done. Hopefully the other fridge will be large enough to cover the transition between wallpaper and paint. Only a little white paint should stick out. 

This is only a small project but it reminds me not to be too afraid to change things. Too often I'm afraid of what I can't finish...or that I will make things worse.