I just read a rather lovely article about the lives we do not chose. The life in which I didn’t have children. The life in which I became a lawyer. “They are the ghost ships that did not carry us. All we can do is salute them from the shore.”
I feel the same about kitchens. I love my kitchen. I love the selections I made for it, I do. (Which reminds me, another reader/friend just put in an induction cooktop in her new construction home at my recommendation, a first for her builder.) But it is not the only true and living kitchen on the face of the earth. There are many right and good kitchens, and I am sometimes sad that I am unable to have all the kitchens.
But wait! I just got hired to design a kitchen remodel and stage a full house for sale in the spring. I get to design another kitchen! What will I do? The same as my house? Pssshh! Nope. This time we’re going Tuscan to accentuate the ruddy Brazilian cherry floors. It will be nothing like my kitchen, but beautiful. Absolutely lovely. Which is to say, it’s mostly done already. The granite was ordered today. The backsplash is chosen. The knobs need a rethink for sizing, but yeah, it’s well underway.
These are every designer’s dream clients. They don’t care. They don’t want options. They want me to “pick one”. I am having the time of my life on this one. And yes, the wheels on my own trim work have ground to a screeching halt, but you’ll hear no complaint from me.
Look forward to before and afters of the kitchen in future. But for now, please enjoy this party that J-Mac, Susan, Wendy and I threw for Ang’s birthday. Which is to say that J-Mac did all the incredible work (The decor! Those cupcakes! That 15 layer cake! The white chocolate covered rats from a cake pop mold!) and the rest of us brought soup and took the credit.