Total Eclipse of the Kitchen
Jun. 2nd, 2009 04:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
radegundDing dong, the kitchen's dead!
We got out last week - ran away to a hotel for three nights while the builders wrought their destructive magic on our house. Got back on Friday to find a gaping hole in the hall wall (not a surprise, I hasten to reassure you: we're doubling the width of the old kitchen door). Through it, this:
The whole house was neck-deep [OK, tiny exaggeration] in dust and rubble. I'd taped up all the internal doors with masking tape before we left - VERY glad I did that. Even now, four days later, everything I touch still turns my fingers grey. We have the fridge and the microwave hooked up in the hall, the kettle and toaster in the living room, food stacked in bags and boxes around our ankles. We have mice. Again.
But none of this really matters. That there, what you see above? That is basically it. Henceforth, it's all icing on the cake. That's the space. That's what we've been dreaming about for the past two years. And when it has fewer live cables dangling from the ceiling - indeed, when it has a ceiling - fewer heaps of nails and screws dotted about the floor - indeed, when it has a coherent floor - fewer raddled old kitchen units squatting dourly in the corner (and more new ones, obv, in the right places), fewer lumps of plaster in the sink, less plywood in the windows and more glass - when all that has been achieved, it'll be EVEN BETTER.
We got out last week - ran away to a hotel for three nights while the builders wrought their destructive magic on our house. Got back on Friday to find a gaping hole in the hall wall (not a surprise, I hasten to reassure you: we're doubling the width of the old kitchen door). Through it, this:
The whole house was neck-deep [OK, tiny exaggeration] in dust and rubble. I'd taped up all the internal doors with masking tape before we left - VERY glad I did that. Even now, four days later, everything I touch still turns my fingers grey. We have the fridge and the microwave hooked up in the hall, the kettle and toaster in the living room, food stacked in bags and boxes around our ankles. We have mice. Again.
But none of this really matters. That there, what you see above? That is basically it. Henceforth, it's all icing on the cake. That's the space. That's what we've been dreaming about for the past two years. And when it has fewer live cables dangling from the ceiling - indeed, when it has a ceiling - fewer heaps of nails and screws dotted about the floor - indeed, when it has a coherent floor - fewer raddled old kitchen units squatting dourly in the corner (and more new ones, obv, in the right places), fewer lumps of plaster in the sink, less plywood in the windows and more glass - when all that has been achieved, it'll be EVEN BETTER.