Our builder did not quite believe all this white was going to work. His own kitchen reflects great effort to disguise the sticky finger prints of three sons. I have only one sticky-fingered individual to worry over, so the white is manageable here. I think the brown kitchen that was here when we bought the house reflects a man's horror of anything too clean-looking.
When the quartz counter tops came in and the double enamel sink was replaced with this huge stainless one, I began to have visions of using the big pots again— the ones that are difficult to clean because they don't lie flat in a double sink or they bump against the sides of most sinks. Family spaghetti dinners, stir frys, maybe a great chilli night!
And the great new doors on the wall cabinets, a mixture of white panel and glass-panel, are like a neat series of frames around the walls.
Pix come at the end, after surgery. Imagine what a nice thing it will be to come home to a completed kitchen! I have threatened Charles with bodily harm if he puts one tiny item in a drawer before I come home!
I am, however, sensible enough to thank him for his semi-patience through all of this.
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