We had planned to gut our kitchen and completely redo it last year. Then we needed to replace both cars and unfortunately the car The Simple Man replaced his with ended up needing a new transmission. So we put it off in favor of other projects and recently decided that spring would be good because of the weather.
We decided we would take on the kitchen by ourselves since it's so small, 12 by 8, with 3 doors and 3 windows, so hardly any space to actually "do" much of anything! The kitchen was in terrible condition when we moved in, but I could not convince The Simple Man of that. Consequently I have cooked every day in a dilapidated kitchen, from its upside down top cabinets (oh yes), to absolutely nothing being flush, closing properly, foul pinky coloured tiles, and the permanently stained counter top being supported by the dishwasher. I could go on, but I won't. I have pictures. I plan to whip them out the moment I scent the merest whiff of recalcitrance on the part of The Simple Man the next time I want to fix something, as proof that I am not a complete harpy, and I did wait ten entire years before he decided the kitchen needed redoing.
But I have nothing but good things to say about him because he works like a horse all day at his job, and then comes home and works on the kitchen. I think of myself as being helpful, I'm definitely not as knowledgeable about home repair as he is, but I'm never afraid to get my hands dirty. The first day I was so excited because I ripped up maybe half the floor tiles with a tire iron and then took down one of the two wall cabinets. The Simple Man was not impressed. I felt very indignant. A few days later I realized why my enthusiasm for my job was not properly appreciated by him. In one day, after work, he removed the rest of the floor, most of the wall tiles down to the lathe because someone thought 3 inches of concrete would be a good way to put them on, removed the dishwasher, cut out the counter, removed the base cabinets and cleaned up a dozen times in between. And he wasn't pleased with himself at all, damnit. Not only was it clear to me that I am a weakling, it must have been pretty obvious to him, too.
One thing I was hugely grateful for was that I had already spent a lot of time trying to make my kitchen as minimal as possible. It helped with the transfer of items from the kitchen to the dining room, and also aided in lessening the incredible messiness of smashing the two rooms together. It hit me though, that my kitchen, despite it's minimalism, was still sorely in need of organization. I was never able to do a great job keeping everything tidy or grouped because I was lacking in good storage. I've had exactly two overhead cabinets, one trio of small drawers, and a revolving corner cabinet. I could never store anything under the kitchen sink because the bottom had rotted out of the cabinet long ago. Many in the minimalism crowd have cried: "Don't organise! Minimize!" and for the most part, I heartily agree. But at some point, you have to organise. I thought about this fact a lot in the beginning of my minimalist journey, in part because I have always liked organizing. I wasn't sure what our house would look like once I was finished (mostly) with minimizing so the question of organizing anything was in the future. I was a bit of a fantasist, half hoping our collective belongings would be so skeletal as to not need organising, but I don't think I really believed that would happen. And so it hasn't. I'm not too disappointed; I knew it was unrealistic.
I have definitely seen some people's possessions (usually the "counters," as I call them) who have so little that there is no need for organizing. I have yet to see a family that can do without it. Families with small children will always have enough to organize because of their need for some toys, art supplies, extra sheets and towels (yeah, babies and youngsters spew often, from every orifice) books, and other sundry items. I feel that now, especially after my kitchen is done, I'll be entering a new phase where organizing will take priority over minimizing simply because most of what we have left, we'll be keeping. I might not be totally happy about it, but as it's not my things, and I adamantly believe in not tampering with other people's belongings, it will have to do for now. Of course, I expect that at some point, the strain of keeping loads of ephemera, childhood knick-knacks, unwearable clothes, and other items my beloved family thinks the removal of heralds the End Times, will prove too much and they'll slowly start to unclutter themselves. I intend to be a total martinet about the organization, so I doubt it will take long!
Now, you can either tell me about how you organize, or what your kitchen would look like if you had unlimited time and funds. Or both. Either way, it will distract me from having to look at my kitchen and give me some good ideas!