When you buy a house, you usually inherit things from previous owners that you never would have picked yourself. That’s the case in our 1948 remodeled ranch in suburban Denver, where my husband and I took the good hand-me-downs (soaring ceilings and skylights from an earlier reno) with the very, very bad (wall-to-wall greige carpet and a front door with a frosted glass window that could have easily been a part of a “Sopranos” set). We’ve slowly been updating the galley kitchen, which originally had peeling laminate counters and a gas stove I swapped for zippy induction.