Cleaning a Glass Cook Top Stove

Glass cook top stoves can be awesome for a number of reasons. You don't have to contend with any coils or clean under the burners but the wear that the glass can get is a little ridiculous.  If mine were black on top, it probably wouldn't bug me so much but with mine being white, I notice EVERYTHING!!  Whenever anything spills onto a hot burner I am left with a black burnt ring.

We have tried in the past to use the special cleaning products designed for cook tops but to no avail.  They straight up don't work, in my honest opinion.  Even after

Painted Kitchen Cabinets: Part 1

Once we finally made the decision to paint our nasty oak cabinets and bring them into current times, we struggled with our decision on what color to choose as mentioned here.  

I love the look of a white kitchen.  Clean and timeless if done right.  But remember the gaggle of children I mentioned before that live here?  Yeah,  them. Their mits would have been all over those clean, beautiful cabinets and next thing you know, my gorgeous white kitchen would be Cheetos orange.  The thought of having to meticulously clean every cabinet, everyday really made me cringe.  I'm clean, but not anal retentive clean!  

Painted Cabinets Inspirations

I don't know about your house, but mine is plastered with Honey Oak.  Trim. Cabinets. Railings. Doors.  You name it...I probably have it in honey oak form.  It drives me crazy when I see all of these beautiful homes with clean, white trim and GORGEOUS custom kitchens.

My house?

 None of those glorious things.  

I guess I should just be thankful that the inside of my house isn't covered in fake wood paneling.  Childhood memories!! Anyone else grow up with that? Or was that just a Northern Minnesota thing? 

Kitchen Island Makeover

I had DIY island envy for more than I care to admit but it's true.  Pinterest spewed beautiful kitchen islands at me for hours. No Joke!! I yearned for a day when I would have a pretty one too because for the last five years, my kitchen island mocked me.  Like, seriously mocked me.  Not just in a "I will make you collect junk on my unusable surface" type of way but also in the "I will make you feel fat as you try to squeeze between me and the table" kind of way.  Of course, I would usually bruise a hip trying to maneuver around this dumb thing. This was defeating. I pondered about the way the island would go down.