Can you believe that it was over three months ago that I mentioned having my kitchen redone?
I swear, the older I get, weeks pass like days, and months like weeks. It's nuts. My life is just a flash in the pan.
Kay, so, I'm getting mad even thinking about this. Furrowed brow and scrunched up face. My head is wagging and so is my finger. I hired this dude and paid a down to have my cabinets "professionally" refinished 10 weeks ago.
Do you know how many times I could have refinished my cabinets all by myself in 10 weeks? Ew I'd like to junk punch somebody. And the thing is, I have zero desire to do all that work myself, hence paying this dude (who had great reviews, by the way, until I'm through with him. Sinister voice. Maniacal laughter.).
Alright alright, I'm going on and on, so let me 'splain. No, there is too much. Let me sum up:
The guy won't give me a straight answer about when he's going to be able to get here and do this. I've asked him first politely to stop stringing me along and be profesh, OR
send back my deposit and I will curse his name to the end of my days. Oy.
The most pathetic part, is I distinctly remember, as I signed a contract and wrote out a check, something along these lines:
"I will have a heart attack and die from the surprise if this guy actually shows up on his appointed day."
Because that's the kind of experience I've had every.single.time whilst hiring out something. Just do it yourself people! Or send me your responsible, non-jerkface guy's info, because I'm striking out.
But anyways! On to happier things! The sun is out and it's beautiful out there and we simply cannot, cannot have this kind of negativity in our lives. Of course not.
So, in preparation for the nonexistent cabinet reno,
I pulled down this random lone cabinet buddy. (Except it wasn't decorated like this- it was super cute with these dainty little tea cups and saucers and a tea pot and it was just adorbs, because hello, it's not fall.)
Anyway, I pulled this down. All by myself. When no one was home. On a stepladder. And it was like one of the dumbest things I've ever done because it was ultra heavy and I was pretty freaked there for a minute thinking,
"I'm going to fall off this stepladder and this thing is going to fall on my head and no one will know and my kids will find me and they'll be traumitized for life because there's their mom, like all decapitated on the kitchen floor and their lives will be ruined and then they'll live in a cardboard box."
But thankfully I manhandled this bad boy down to the ground, and while it wasn't pretty, it got done. And I've learned an important lesson, kids.
Then I began building the crappiest floating shelves that ever were.
I'm serious-- they're crappy. This is not my first rodeo, hello, but for whatever reason I sucked these up. Despite my best intentions, they are not my best work. I was having a seriously off day. (Chosing too deep of shelves to be cantilievered: check.)
But let's not talk about that now- I like them for now. I like open shelving. Love it and have always wanted that for this space.
I hemmed and hawed over white, stained, rustic, or black, and went with black for funsies. Also, love love the one coat of black.
And the funnestest part was putting my new black n white dishes from Ikea up here.
Honestly, I can't say for certain that these will stay for any length of time because my shoddy work bugs me. I like them for now, but reserve the right to switch them out with fancy corbels 'n such. I like changes in my most lived in space, what can I say.
Also, send me your best prank ideas, would ya? This handyman guy deserves a little harmless something his way. I've got a few ideas, and they involve dog poop and firecrackers.