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We continued to walk around - everything was worn and dated.  The dining room light fixture was gold, the light above the sink was gold - the light above the garage door was gold.  I discovered these same gold beauties in the master bedroom walk in "closet", and the hallway as well.  At least they were consistent (by using the least expensive, most generic materials they could possibly find).  There was a two light spotlight on the dining room side of the beam and the kitchen was lit with a 48" shop light with a gridded acrylic panel - stuck in up between two of the beams, it made for a poor lighting choice there, too.
The kitchen was late 80s/early 90s white washed maple & there were some missing cabinets - there was a 6' space from the end of the cabinets to the garage door wall where they may have intended to have a nice cabinet run.  They hung a corner cabinet up at the very end of the room, just for the heck of it, I suppose.
There was a nice sized mud room space with pegs for coats. The other corner cabinet in the kitchen had a door but the glass was missing.  The window above the sink -  it looked like they had intended to put a 3x5 window there, but opted for the 2x3 version instead. The black appliances (and white fridge) were old - but, I actually liked that there was a wall oven (though I would come to call it the Barbie oven) and the gas cooktop.  There was no microwave or hood to capture grease and the huge beam above reflected the previous owners' cooking skills... lots of greasy splatters.  The kitchen was topped off with pine green laminate countertops - and white wallpaper with little Dr. Suess looking flowers.   

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