We bought a new house and decided to renovate the kitchen. The kitchen was in a horrible state. I felt like no woman had ever lived in that house. Words can’t describe how terrible it was — broken shelves, cracked tiles, greasy walls, a stove that hadn’t been cleaned in years, and a rusty sink that looked like it came from a horror movie. Breathing inside was difficult. But we didn’t lose hope. We knew that with love and care, everything could be rebuilt from scratch.
At first, Lukas wanted to demolish everything and start over. But I convinced him to try and save what was still salvageable. That house needed its own story, not to become a lifeless, glossy space. And so began our adventure of giving the kitchen a new soul.
First, the walls. We cleaned and removed the old tiles, then painted in earthy tones — a mix of beige and coffee shades. In one corner, we added a small open shelf for our favorite mugs and ceramic dishes.
We replaced the cabinets but kept the old worktable, covered in dark wood. Lukas polished it and sealed it with wax. It ended up fitting perfectly with our renewed space. The old sink, which was about to collapse, was replaced with a neutral concrete-colored one, topped with a cross-style copper faucet — a true design statement.
Beyond the looks, what mattered most was the atmosphere. We installed warm yellow lighting and hung linen curtains with soft purple and white stripes. That cozy warmth we always longed for slowly filled the space.
When our friends visited for the first time, they couldn’t believe it was the same kitchen.
“No way — this is a completely different house,” they said. And we — Lukas and I — just smiled at each other. There’s nothing more rewarding than transforming something with love and vision.
Now, every morning in that kitchen begins with a cup of coffee, gentle sunlight, and the comforting reminder that even the worst can become the best — if you believe in it.
