There was a point about two months ago when I kinda sorta maybe nudged a domino. Now I'm sitting here surrounded by caulk. That's how it happens, you know. Nudge. Caulk.
In between the nudge and the caulk there was a dishwasher, a light fixture, some countertops, and some tile. In other words, WHOOPS? I guess maybe we remodeled our kitchen? By accident?
The first domino was the dishwasher. The shiny, beautiful new dishwasher that is so quiet I often consider making out with it. Tongue would be involved if only I could figure out the logistics. Anyway, I bought a new dishwasher and it was FANTASTIC, but then it kinda sorta made me notice that the light above the kitchen island really was awful.
It was a terribly cheap and crappy flurescent light -- the type that mounts against the ceiling and becomes home to many, many dead bugs. I guess I could have just taken it down and cleaned it out, but once it was down, it only made sense to rip it out all together. So I did, and I bought a new light.
The new light was FANTASTIC, but then it kinda sorta made me notice the sink. The mother truckin' sink. I know it seems weird to rage against a sink, but LOOK AT IT. LOOK AT THE EVIL, EVIL SINK. IT'S JUST SITTING THERE. SINKING.
What's that? Not seeing the problem? Well, look directly across from it. ANOTHER SINK.
Who does that? Who puts two sinks right next to each other in a kitchen? Somebody who hates counter space, that's who. An evil, evil person who wanted to make me rage every time I made cookies or grilled pizza or just wanted to set groceries down without putting them on the floor.
So I did the only logical thing and knocked over another domino. I went out and bought all new kitchen countertops because THAT is how you get rid of a really stupid sink. It's also how you get rid of horribly cheap countertops that never did make sense in the kitchen anyway.
And then the new countertops got installed and suddenly there was nothing more important in this whole wide world than hiding all of the construction flaws on the wall above the counters. There are no photos that can do justice to whatever happened when those walls were built, but I think it involved booze, illegal substances, and a power sander. Oh, and paint. There was paint involved originally, which I had long ago covered with my own paint.
So that is what the kitchen looked like when we bought the house and way up there is what it looked like last week. I'd show you what it looks like right now, but it's filled with caulk because I went and tiled a whole bunch of those walls.
Maybe I'll show you the new kitchen when I get a chance. Maybe. First I have to go see what other dominos I need to knock over.