My Mammaw had a saying for the passing of time with nothing much happening---“Well, things rocked on, and then . . .” And I must say, things seem to have been rocking mighty slowly with the kitchen plans, but I do realize they’ve practically gone into warp speed, compared to most renovations.
So here’s where we are, two-weeks-today since the demolition, and five since we cleared out the kitchen for a possible date “soon.”
I’m moving in a bit of tension-easing limbo today, after having slept for FOURTEEN hours. Not many words to be had, and too much to say.
The dollhouse kitchen of my childhood dreams. I'd collected enough paint swabs and swatches and enough of those colour-cards from the ninety-eleven home stores around town to paper the walls with THOSE if need be. I told my painter "Sweet 'n' Low packet pink" and I think she nailed it. There’s even a pink breaker-box.
And so, moiré non, til the counter-tops arrive and I get those pink drawer-liners and silky-flowered curtains and all the other little preliminary anticipations into place. The sink is sitting here awaiting the countertops on Monday, and the new fridge arrives on Wednesday. I planned my last kitchen with all the anticipatory joy and wishfuls as I did my first---this time just the way I wanted it, in pink and white, and everything to hand.
I wish you as fulfilling a Pink Saturday as you’ve ever had.