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.
Clearly, you are channeling my thoughts...
ReplyDeleteWell, quit typing and start swinging. Sledge hammers work better than crowbars.
ReplyDeleteI 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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