frat house or guest house?

With all this packing up of the kitchen, I quickly ran out of room in the garage and thus turned to our guest house. Sadly, our guest house (which we all lived in while our house was being remodeled and which is now frequented by our favorite Chicago Burches) has become a sort of frat house of late. My son Alex has taken it over since going to college and when he comes home it seems to be the stomping grounds for his whole group of friends. Which is fine... when I don't really have to see it. This past weekend it became a sort of dumping ground for everything I was trying to pack up from my kitchen. However, even before the mess of my boxes and dishes, I couldn't help but start rearranging and redecorating (and cleaning) it all in my head now that it seems I will be spending a bit more time there. Upon bringing my first box from the kitchen to the guest house, this is what I was walking in to...

It seems to make sense to put a microwave here, doesn't it? Even if it doesn't plug in?
And this looks like a good place for a chair, huh?
So, hopefully, with a little magic, we will have a serious transformation to show you in the days to come.