the banging, sawing and hammering began on Monday....and so far..... the cabinets are more or less getting to the finishing stage.
Not without some hiccups ....of course. Why would they be any different than the rest of a renovation? Or, for us... why would it be any different than every darn thing we ever order so carefully.... and finally buy.... and wait and wonder what will be wrong with it.....
The opening for the microwave.... which is in the butler pantry area..... is big enough to fit another wall oven into. Some idiot, in his infinite wisdom... plucked some numbers out of the air I guess.... but, why? They had the microwave and trim kit measurements and specs. They had designs and pictures. They didn't even choose the measurements of our oven that we will be getting in the actual oven opening...just some random measurement. How weird.
Which will make the pantry cupboard beside it all wrong on the door faces... they will not line up to the other cupboard doors on the right hand side of the microwave... sheeesh...now we have to decide ... with the kitchen police when they show up to do the final walk through... what will be our options to fix the problem. My question right off the bat is ...why continue til we get the proper sized face for the microwave. Why put all the rest of the things together at all? ... Apparently not the way they do things. Good grief! why us? Why does every single thing or service we buy have a problem? Must be some sort of energy field or grid we live in or something. Enough to make a person tear out her last three hairs..
The contractor, who did see our original cupboards and who commented at the time about how nice and how well constructed they were, asked us why Mr. BV just didn't build our own ..... which, if he had time or inclination any more.... would be easily as good or better...as we see now after we have torn out the ones we built 15 years ago. Sh**!
House of Turquoise would definitely want to put up our photos if she sees this shot...... but, I do think I will be changing the colour to something a bit lighter.
And, now....back to the couch.... I am hacking, coughing and feeling pretty out of it. My ribs are hurting already. Got it from Mr. BV....who got it from his old boss.... who got it...well, who knows where ...but, I wish they had all kept it to themselves!