The messy part of renovating. Home stretch is in sight!

This kitchen renovation has been in the making { well, in our minds at least} ever since we moved in to our home 7 years ago. There has been a many discussion, debates, ideas thrown around and I can assure you a zillion times where it all seemed too hard, too much and I had resolved to the fact that it would never happen.

The thing about my husband, is that he is pretty handy. About 90% of all of our renovations have been done solely by him - which in effect has made me assume that doing this stuff is easy, because he makes it look easy.

I can assure you though - in the last fortnight I have seen how bloody hard, tiring, draining and complicated it really is. We have so far done everything with this kitchen reno ourselves bar the electrics and gas plumbing. Both of us still working our day jobs during the days and then working till past midnight every evening in the house.

We are exhausted! and over TakeAway food!!!

But the end is near, so I wanted to share with you our progress and so far triumphs!

Once this is all completed, I will do a follow up post of pretty photos and the low down of where we got everything.

I'd love to know your thoughts!

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