Didn't you measure?

Let me preface this post by saying that no DIY project ever (EVER) goes off without a hitch. If you claim to have one that did.....you're lying :) 

So you know how we're renovating our kitchen right?

Well we just happened to stumble into Sears the other week for their 125th anniversary sale and our wall oven was 50% off! 

We had no intention of buying this, but who could pass up a sale like that? As my dad would say, you have to spend money to save money! (yes dad I do listen when you say wise things!)

But apparently I didn't listen when my dad would say measure twice, cut once.

This old saying goes along perfectly with my DIY problem with our new oven.

The appliances arrived Saturday, of course as I was starting to not feel well.  I just knew seeing that new oven in the wall would make me feel miraculously better.  So hubbs started by putting in the new microwave and trim kit. Easy peasy!

We thought the oven would be even easier because it only had 3 steps for installation. 3 steps??? how bad could it be?

Never Ever use those words when it comes to DIY.

Problem #1.

We slid the old oven out and put then new one in. When we had it all wired and pushed it back, we realized the box that holds all the wires needed to be installed on the side of the cabinet. So hubbs spent the next few hours crawling in this little hole to rewire the box. Meanwhile, I'm still sick...

When we finished that, we once again went to slide the oven in, and it didn't lay flush against the cabinet. We measured again and realized that the oven was 24 inches deep and the cabinet was 23 1/2 inches. Yes, we did measure before we bought the oven, but apparently standard oven sizes from 10 years ago were a couple inches smaller. 

Problem #2. Our new oven didn't fit.

Thank God for a smart hubby who came up with a plan to frame out the cabinet.

After over 12 hours, many trips to Home Depot, and a few choice words, it was complete!

So this time when we slid the oven in, it fit!

The hubbs did every ounce of this project with the exception of sliding the oven in and out a million times. I laid on the couch sick through much of the ordeal. I think my hubbs wins an award for this project because it was so troublesome.

But it was worth it...look at this Before Meets After!

I think hubbs might throw something at me when I'm ready to get a new cooktop :)

Do you have DIY disaster stories and you've lived to tell?