You convinced me; each of you who wrote following my kitchen reno post saying, essentially, what are you thinking? a kitchen reno without a dishwasher? you need to rethink this.
But dishwashing is a writing zone for me. Hands in water, mind running to ideas that would not have otherwise found me. Find another muse, you said. There must be more inspiring ones.
Words from Lynelle sealed the deal: It will change your life.
Alrighty then. Deal. And the day after cabinet maker/kitchen remaker Tom installed the last cabinet and tile, in went my dishwasher.
Interestingly, those in the no-dishwasher camp were all male, including MrWI64 who does the dinner shift dishes. I think he’s a convert. I got up one morning this week to an empty bed and found him sitting by the running dishwasher, the manual in his lap. I wanted to try the turbo mode, he said. No lie.
So, friends, except for a couple wee tweaks, my long overdue kitchen redo is pretty much a wrap.
They say it often takes weeks or months, but the metamorphosis here happened rapid fire.
– Tom arrived Thursday afternoon and by that evening the room was knocked down to bare walls.
– On Friday, electricians added outlets, pot lamps, dimmer switches and connections for new appliances.
– By Saturday evening Tom had installed the custom cabinets, the counter, the sink, the works.
– On Sunday he laid the floor.
– By Monday Tom was gone and the appliances, including an oven with a devastating blue interior – so blue, I hardly cared if it worked – were in place.
– Terry-the-tile-guy installed a white subway tile backsplash and Phil-the-painter spent the next weekend turning the yellow walls a soft grey.
Bam. Done. Almost.
In denuding my old kitchen, the shelf that held my antique blowtorch collection – I started with one blowtorch that had been my dad’s and over the years male friends took to adding to it – had to come down. The newly painted naked walls needed something.
Enter my artist friend Rick, painter of landscapes and people. Would he paint three still lifes (I checked: the plural of still life is lifes, not lives) for my kitchen? They arrived this week, all colour and whimsy and I adore them.
It’s all systems go in my kitchen. I’m baking, cooking and dishwashing. I love the room and, about the dishwasher, you were so right.
Now, where to put these:?