At this point, I don't think I would even care if it stayed a construction zone for months on end (or years). As long as it was OPEN, Streamlined, and ME. Think German Industrial.
I am like the buds of the Stephanotis. READY TO OPEN and perfume the room with my being. Armed with a crowbar. I, am woman, hear me DEMO! Are you laughing or crying?
It's MY kitchen. You would hope that at some point in the 20 to 30 (or more) years I live here that it would, at some point, be what I wanted and not just what was here when we bought the house.
This rant brought on by the third straight morning to find a big, juicy black Carpenter ant crawling up my leg as I type these posts. Somewhere, nearby, is a wet wood nest of the damned things. And the fridge ice maker was the last thing to leak around here.
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Clearly, you are channeling my thoughts...
Well, quit typing and start swinging. Sledge hammers work better than crowbars.
I have come to beleive that you can do anything. Grab that crow bar and get going. Roger & I had planned on the kitchen re-hab to be our big project of the past year-well, you know how that turned out. Make the place your haven now!! I need to find a crew to do the work. Of course, that depends on my not being deported back to Germany(kidding)I think.
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