When my husband Mark and I purchased our 1890s brick row home in Frederick, Maryland, we knew the kitchen would eventually need some attention. There was really nothing wrong with the space... it was just utterly lifeless. Like the rest of the house, the kitchen had received some well-intentioned but poorly-executed updates. Everything was off-white: cabinets, countertops, linoleum floor, walls. The ceiling fan wobbled threateningly, and the cabinets over the sink were too low to even open the Keurig. Unfortunately, we didn't have a huge budget for renovating the space. So we had to do it ourselves: working with what we had and updating what we could afford to update.