But before we get to all of that, here’s where I left you…
My disappointingly unfinished kitchen. With the cabinets in place, it was time to pick out a counter top. Since it’s taken me five loooong years to get this far, I had plenty of time to shop around and I already knew exactly what I wanted so I was able to order my counters immediately.
It’s like you don’t you know me at all. I had no freaking idea what counter I wanted. I had to take another trip to Crazy Town…
I knew I wanted something light because my cabinets are on the medium to dark side, but I didn’t want something busy. I looked at granite, quartz, and marble. I called my family in for emergency meetings on location to help me narrow the field. I polled random strangers on the street. I traveled extensively with my door sample, hunting exotic counters in the wild. I kept a dream journal in case my subconscious had any insight. (It did not.) I viewed samples under every conceivable light source, both natural and artificial, outside and inside, at different times of day in varying weather conditions (Because, you know, that affects the quality and color of the light. Duh…). And, finally, with the help of my friends, family, counter store employees, the UPS guy, my congressman, and the Magic 8 Ball, finally, I had my choice.
And then I changed my mind and picked this one:
So… that was a whole lot of reading for you to end up learning nothing. Except how mental I am. Sorry to put you through all that. Don’t be mad. Let’s talk about how this guy almost burned my house down:
That’s the countermeasure guy. He tried to destroy all I have poured my heart and soul into these last 5 years. OK, well, not on purpose. Probably. He actually seemed to be doing a pretty good job up until the near tragedy. This looks precise:
Because I was concerned with my brand new stove getting scratched in my unfinished kitchen while potentially careless workers did their jobs, I had a piece of cardboard on the glass to protect it. When counter guy went to measure by the stove, he inadvertently leaned on a knob and turned on a burner. The hottest burner. The “Ultra Heat” burner. My protective cardboard was then repurposed for kindling.
So, first there was smoke. And then, sooner than you would think, there were flames! Then there was screaming. (Him, not me.) (Yeah, okay. Me too.) And then… the countermeasure guy took countermeasures! He grabbed the flaming cardboard, ran past my brand new velvet sofa (!!!!!!), and out the front door. This all happened in about 10 seconds.
Luckily, there were no casualties. Except my brand new stove.
But, miraculously, that all came off with a lot of scrubbing. So, while there are no physical reminders of this near disaster, I will never forget how close I came to losing everything. Fire is no joke. Don’t play with matches, kids. Probably shouldn’t use the stove either. Just to be on the safe side. (Easier to keep clean that way too, so win/win.)
About a week later, they came to do the install. Quartz is super heavy, just like granite. Installation looked very unpleasant, so I just stayed out of the way, snapping pictures at them like an annoying paparazza. (Paparazzi is plural. I’m not wrong.) I’m sure they were flattered by the attention.
My pictures suck. I wouldn’t make a very good paparazza.
I only have two after pictures for you. And they’re not very good either.
My next kitchen post is going to have all of the good pictures (the ones I take with my real camera instead of my phone), but before that, you’re going to get at least one dining room post. Stuff is happening in there. And it’s really good stuff, I tell you. I promise I’ll have that for you by June, the latest.