Tag: renovation
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When a kitchen comes in a clown car.
The Measurement saga on August 1st, 2024, we contracted a prominent manufacturer of kitchens to design and install our kitchen. There are 3 walls and an Island. Wall 1 is a counter surface with drawers on either side. It was built 10 cm too wide. (If you don’t know 10 cm, you live in Liberia,…
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Schrödinger’s vent hood
(And other kitchen shenanigans) So the kitchen is mostly done, with a few notable exceptions…We went with a nation-wide, “professional” service to keep things simple. Note that professional is in quotes to convey a sense of disappointment. When the kitchen cabinets arrived, there were a few issues. Measurements were off by 10cm or 20 cm…
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You had one job
Our kitchen renovation in (I have lost count) easy steps. Step one: Measure Measure the kitchen space to determine what can be put where. We opted to have a kitchen company help with the design, rather than simply go with Ikea. We are in the autumn of our lives, the necessity to do another kitchen…
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Home is where the anchor drops
Sometimes I feel floaty I have these moments of disassociation. I stand there and can’t believe where I am (south west of France) , how I got here (years of planning and a terrifying leap.) I look and see patterns. I see trajectories. And for the life of me I just don’t see the south…
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Kitchen, kitchen, who’s got my kitchen
Kitchen pre-demo. The exploratory demo shows some bizarre trenching. Last you heard, we were doing some preliminary demo to get ready for the new kitchen. Well, It is in progress. As of today, 20% of the tile is in. We still have a sink, thanks to some saw horses and the good graces of the…
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Renovation
The kitchen is moving forward We have identified a contractor We have a not unreasonable quote We have water damage and mold, possibly from the pompe a chalor drainage issues that were eloquently documented on the previous version of my blog that are lost to the ravages of my previous web-host. In short, the pompe…
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The kind and gentle art of renovating a kitchen whilst one is living in the house with no opportunity of an outdoor kitchen because it is mid September and it is already below 10°C at night and by the time November rolls around it is going to be fucking frigid out there.
My wife is not one to swear.My wife, among other things, is a trained chef and a masterful baker. Our kitchen is hateful. Hateful I tell you. The oven is named Every Fucking Time.It has earned that name because it insists on burning off your eyebrows EveryFucking Time You open the oven door, say buh…