Fessenden Street Kitchen Flip, And Our House Blew Up

by keavenwilla

Sci-Fi Set in my Dining Room.

Sci-Fi Set in my Dining Room.

Many of you are already aware of the interior flooding at our home; a pipe in the 2nd floor bathroom burst, consequently forcing us to tear out most of the kitchen and the dining room – this something we were planning to do anyways as part of a massive home renovation, but let’s just say we weren’t quite ready yet.

At around 2:15am on Sunday, August 2nd, Brett woke up to the sound of torrential downpour.

“Wow, it’s really pouring out,” he thought. He looked out the window and saw a beautiful, clear night sky.

I awoke a few minutes later to Brett yelling at me, “Get up! The house is flooding!” We have been sleeping in the sunroom on the 1st floor, because our dog cannot climb upstairs right now. Jumping out of bed, I ran into the living room; all I could hear was rushing water. Adrenaline pumping through my veins, yet still very sleepy and disoriented, I reached out and grabbed the arm chair that was closest to the noise and carried it to a safer part of the room. I ripped up the area rug and darted to the sofa (chartreuse green velvet, high-backed, original upholstery) and patted it all over to make sure it wasn’t wet. Feeling that it was safe, I turned to face the dining room, and felt my way along the wall in the blackness toward the sound of destruction.

The Day After.

The Day After.

Water was lapping over the doorjamb, flowing into the kitchen when we caught it. I used every bath towel, spare towel, hand, face, and dish towel, and even a blanket to sop up as much of the water as I could. Brett had rushed upstairs and turned off a valve, which stopped the flow of water. By the time we caught it, water had started to flow into the upstairs hallway, and was within about 20 minutes of pouring down our main staircase. The photo above shows my dining room and the doorway into the kitchen on the morning after. At about 3:30 in the morning, when we had cleaned up as much of the water as we could, there was nothing else we could do but go back to sleep and wait for the sun.

Aftermath.

Aftermath.

The next day a crew of water mitigation experts came into our home and started tearing out walls and the ceiling in the dining room. They taped off the living room, leaving us with chemical-spill-esque decor. The next day they moved to the kitchen; water had soaked through 5 layers of floors, illuminating just how old our house is, and how many transformations it has gone through.

Visible water damage.

Visible water damage.

Two days before this whole house debacle occurred, we had started work on the kitchen of our rental property; we wanted to give it a facelift before putting it on the market. Brett took a week of vacation from work, and we worked from 9am-6pm for 10 days straight. We were coming home every day, exhausted, to a house that was more and more torn apart.

There is something very gratifying about working your body until it aches, though, and that’s just what Brett, Kayla and I did all week long while we were working on Fessenden St. Brett worked on exterior nicknack projects like repairing soffit and molding; Kayla and I cranked away on the kitchen.

Before.

Before.

I forgot to take a true “before” picture, in my haste to get started, and had already removed the cabinet doors and emptied the carcasses of 4 large bins worth of kitchen items, when I took the shot above.

In-Process Doors.

In-Process Doors.

In-Process Doors.

In-Process Doors.

Before and After.

Before and After.

Before and After.

Before and After.

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The goal with the kitchen at Fessenden was make everything brighter, and I think that we succeeded! I tried 6 different color samples for the cabinets. I had to fight for this one; Brett was worried that it would be too baby blue – which is fair – but I assured him that in combination with the wall color (hard to see here, but it’s actually a pale, pale green) would balance it and would have a retro feeling vibe. Throw on some hardware to match, and voila!

Liz, Me, and Kayla, the day we finished.

Liz, Me, and Kayla, the day we finished.

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