M and I have successfully finished the first two legs of the kitchen race (flooring and design/purchase of cabinets, respectively), but I’m afraid the marriage widowmakers of remodeling are still ahead.
Yes, the actual installation of everything else.
If we had to chart where we are, and how ready we are for the experience, it would probably equal being at sea level for a climb to the top of Mount Everest. Or maybe base camp one- where you’re still acclimating to the frosty Himalayan air, and thinking “It doesn’t look that tall- and it’s not that cold”.
I knew we were in a little deep when the kitchen designer asked if we were installing the cabinets ourselves, and then went into a speedreader’s version of the prep work and alterations we’ll have to do for just the crown moulding on the cabinets.
It probably didn’t help either that while doing the floor, I cracked under the pressure of clicking boards together. In my defense, it is a bit harder than it looks. Especially if the boards aren’t cut at perfect 90 degree angles, but who’s keeping track right? Certainly not the flooring manufacturer…
Luckily, we do have a couple of experienced sherpas that will be guiding us up the mountain- my parents and M’s brother- so we’re not completely alone. And ancient lore tells me that once you get one in, the rest will fall into place- but it all rests on the accuracy of the first one. No pressure though.
Believe it or not, even with the challenges, I’m excited about our plan- and wonder how we ever lived with our stone-age kitchen for so long.
Cookie sheet slots! Who knew? Self-closing drawers! Who knew? Under cabinet mounted task lighting! Who knew? Cubbie holes to hide your stash of gold from pirates! Who knew?
Our sherpas probably did.