Asphalt to Iceberg

 

After a succession of men with measuring tapes last week, and having my kitchen torn apart yesterday, the end is in sight. The new countertops have arrived. Oddly, instead of the linebacker build you’d expect to see, the slim craftsmen hauling, hefting, and positioning these big quartz slabs look more like they were born to ride in the Kentucky Derby.

          However, my finish line is a distant vision because we won’t have a sink or working cooktop until after the weekend – please heaven, let it be Monday.  Rinsing out my tea mug in the bathroom sink is getting old already.

After spending what seemed like hours on-line looking for under-counter mounted sinks, and realizing I neither liked the prices or the fact that it would drop lower, killing off much of the already small amount of storage underneath, I am re-using my perfectly good above-counter sink. No, I won’t be as trendy as others, but if people are going to judge me by my sink, they have bigger problems.

          Our previous laminate countertops that we inherited eight years ago always looked to me like a perfect match for the driveway, black and indestructible, but not exactly esthetically pleasing. So, at a fair amount of expense, this time I went for pretty.

          

Before, during and after:

          Meanwhile, take-out tonight.