I am not a minimalist.
(I came to that conclusion, sadly, after this discussion at Lisa's blog, Trapped in North Jersey.)
But, oh, my gawd. We took down the cookbook shelf and the microwave shelf and in spite of the awful, awful walls, I love it. The emptiness. The openness.
What an incredible difference it makes to my perception of the space. Especially as I enter--since the microwave isn't there to take up all that visual (and physical) space.
Not a lot of painting done. Mostly repairs. Like this:
We used up so much spackle, we actually had to go out in the snow storm to get more.