Today was a monumental day in the Shoo household for DIY weekend warrior projects. We haven’t had a real kitchen light… in… Well, that isn’t important. The light was the casualty of a previous weekend project long, long, long ago. But somehow the planets aligned, the weather was crappy, and my dad happened to be available.
It was a project that I put off because I knew it wouldn’t be easy and it would be a two man job.

The huge hole you see is where a box of three switches and an outlet was located before. We decided to reduce the chaos to two switches and move it up to the appropriate height. The other box had a modified faceplate to allow room for the back splash.
Maybe we’ll leave the hole for ventilation.

This is what happens when you’re the homeowner and have to run wire in the attic.

This corner actually got piled with more crap as the day went on.

Remnants of the previous light combined with the really old wire. Love it when people paint around light fixtures and leave a tree ring of paint history behind.

This is the kitchen with lights. It looks great. Going to take a while for my eyes to adjust. It’s been a while since we’ve had real light in there.
Thanks again to my dad for giving up his day to help out.