This is my favorite picture from yesterday:

Justin snapped this while the guys were still actively installing the counter top, mostly because I was beg texting (bexting?) to keep sending me more pictures. I am having a caption contest in my head about what this guy is thinking. Even though I’ll never cross paths with this gentleman again, I’ll always think of him fondly for putting us one step closer to the end of this project, which has become the metaphor for the end of a really rough couple months. All will be well when the kitchen is done is the mantra I keep repeating to myself. If you say it enough times, then it has to be true, right? Yes.
Pre-March 2011, this is what our kitchen looked like. Normal, but really beige.

Then, in what could only be described as an episode of mania, I decided that I wanted to re-do the kitchen in one weekend. My dad thinks that this was all part of my subconscious plot to force our hands to completely remodel the room shortly thereafter. I think he’s giving me way too much credit.

I was happy with the $150 remodeling project for about $150′s worth of time. The wallpapered cabinets did not hold up to wear. The painted counter tops were fabulous though and I’d do that again in a heartbeat, and intend to in our bathrooms.


In September we started slowly demo-ing the room, one car load at a time so we could bring it to the town dump for free. We’d usually do this on Friday nights so we could go on Saturday mornings. It felt good. We felt like the kind of people who do stuff that requires trips to the dump. It was all very New Englandy. Wholesome!

After that, everything moved in two ways, incredibly quickly or not at all, up until yesterday, when, who the heck cares?! THE COUNTER TOPS were delivered and installed. That little guy up there in the first picture with the grin in his eyes, has to know that seeing those counters is going to make someones day. My day, in fact. Good grief, if I’m being honest, I would have slept on top of the counters last night if they weren’t so damn cold and the glue smell wasn’t making me see smurfs in the corners.







Tonight we will plumb, in what will go down in history as possibly the most romantic date night a married couple could have. You could argue that point, but having my husband restore water in the kitchen, which has been waterless since November 12, is up there with when he dropped a knee on the beach. Justin had installed everything himself the first time around with no issue, so I know my man can take care of it. Monday the contractors come back, hopefully to give us an early holiday gift in the form of knobs, quarter round trim and electricity!
- Kate
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