10/03/2026
It’s always the painters who are last.
After months of drawings, decisions, demolition, construction and installation, we’ve reached that peculiar stage of a project where the brand-new kitchen is wrapped in plastic and my crew is busy scraping, plastering and painting their way around it.
This house was built in the early 1900s, with 9-foot ceilings and wonderfully substantial crown and baseboard moldings. From the beginning, we knew the new kitchen had to feel as though it belonged here — not a period reproduction, but something that understood the house.
There’s a little Cape Cod in it, a little Americana, and even a whisper of Upstairs, Downstairs — the beautiful working kitchen below stairs in an old English house. White, with touches of blue, fresh but familiar.
For now, though, it belongs to the painters.
And somewhere underneath all that plastic is the kitchen I’ll show you next.