As we move into our tenth month of remodeling, I have lost all trace of the cheery, chipper attitude that was a hallmark of my early postings. Remember when I got all thrilled because the guys were framing and I could see the outlines of the new structures? Trust me when I say that re-reading those posts is like reading letters I wrote in college: I was a completely different person.
After nine months of this, I'm fed up with subcontractors who assume that I am always here and ready, willing and able to make decisions at any hour of the day or night. I'm tired of looking at things that are almost finished, but won't be done for a couple of months (note to self: next time, try harder, much harder, to like tile that is in stock somewhere in the known universe).
And I've made so many decisions that right now, I don't even really care about any of the remaining ones.
I have nothing left to give to this kitchen. It's on its own.
My neighbor Kathy has been there, done that, on a much larger scale. She and her husband remodeled their entire house, which entailed moving out for months with their two kids (and moving back with three—they had a baby during their extended remodel). When I indulged in a little venting this afternoon, she was the very soul of empathy.
"It's just like labor—you're at that point where you don't care how, you just need it to be DONE," she said wisely. "It's really too bad there's not a c-section option for kitchens."
To which I say: Amen, sister! Bring on the epidural, or better yet, the "Twilight Sleep" they gave my mom in the 1960s.
A few random updates:
Today I re-ordered the pendant lights because the first batch were too short. I managed to return the first batch to Rejuvenation, only to find out later that I should have gone through some process on their website rather than just packaging them up and shipping them back. Meanwhile, the replacements will take 5-6 weeks. There is plenty of light in the kitchen without the pendants, but it's just one more thing that isn't done—and this one is my fault to boot.
Tomorrow, I'm going to order the backsplash tile. We settled on a handmade 2" by 4" subway tile in a color that just about matches the walls. It will take around 8 weeks to arrive, and the contractors can't frame up the niche behind the range until we have the tile in hand. That means I'll be looking at a wall with a small hole in it until school starts, probably.
And finally, we're in frantic pack-up-the-living-room-and-dining-room mode because we're having those floors refinished when the kitchen floor is done--which means every stick of furniture in those rooms (including our 1939 piano) will have to find a new home.
I'm sure—I hope—that it will all be worth it.
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Thursday, June 3, 2010
Granite!
It's here, and I'm happy!
It looks a bit darker than I expected, but that's just fine.
The colors, the wavy movement, and the waterfall edge that Doyle wanted all look beautiful.
And the fabricators (Iowa Countertop) did a wonderful job on the one and only seam. The colors and movement really flow together. As my neighbor Kathy said, "They were able to save the wave!"
It's all good, and I'm feeling an extreme sense of relief. I kept thinking, what if this looks totally different to me once it's in the house, and I don't even like it? I know a bad countertop isn't the end of the world ... but good or bad, this one will be here for a long, long time.
More good news: just as the countertop guys were ready to leave, the painters showed up. By the end of the day, there will be no drywall white anywhere in the kitchen. I still haven't chosen a wall color, but the primer will be tinted Dover White to help us choose the backsplash and wall color.
It looks a bit darker than I expected, but that's just fine.
The colors, the wavy movement, and the waterfall edge that Doyle wanted all look beautiful.
And the fabricators (Iowa Countertop) did a wonderful job on the one and only seam. The colors and movement really flow together. As my neighbor Kathy said, "They were able to save the wave!"
It's all good, and I'm feeling an extreme sense of relief. I kept thinking, what if this looks totally different to me once it's in the house, and I don't even like it? I know a bad countertop isn't the end of the world ... but good or bad, this one will be here for a long, long time.
More good news: just as the countertop guys were ready to leave, the painters showed up. By the end of the day, there will be no drywall white anywhere in the kitchen. I still haven't chosen a wall color, but the primer will be tinted Dover White to help us choose the backsplash and wall color.
Back door
Our new back entry is finished (except for the light over the back door) and they did a wonderful job. It's pleasure to come in and out of the house now.
The brick walkway looks as though it's always been there. The garden space is gorgeous—Doyle got to work planting it as soon as the painters left, and finished a week or so ago.
The door hardware won't be installed until the painters are finished with the door, which may be today.
And this very minute, the granite is being installed in the kitchen.
Part of me wants to go look at it, part of me is scared to look at it, and part of me doesn't want to see it until it's finished. And one final part thinks it's really silly of me to care so much.
The brick walkway looks as though it's always been there. The garden space is gorgeous—Doyle got to work planting it as soon as the painters left, and finished a week or so ago.
The door hardware won't be installed until the painters are finished with the door, which may be today.
And this very minute, the granite is being installed in the kitchen.
Part of me wants to go look at it, part of me is scared to look at it, and part of me doesn't want to see it until it's finished. And one final part thinks it's really silly of me to care so much.
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