It’s all over bar the snagging. And I am very pleased with it.
It seems a long way from that first discussion with the planner. I didn’t have clear ideas of what I wanted then. It took a while for things to come together; the combination of colours in the doors, the walls and the floor.
Aesthetically it’s pleasing. I love some of the details; the new powerpoints with their USB options; the shiny knobs on the doors and drawers; the hidden LED lights under the cupboards.
I like the buttery creaminess of the wall tiles; the seascapes I see in the floor tiles. I have loved watching MasterB exploring at the end of each day; dancing over setting tiles where I was not allowed to tread; climbing through half assembled units. He lives here too; this is our home, and it is nice to see him taking an interest.
I do feel quite proud of myself. No, I didn’t make it. There is nothing in it that my hand devised. But these are my choices, the result of hours in tile shops and looking at pictures of door handles and knobs, of afternoons in showrooms, of calculations with a tape measure, of bus and train journeys to places distant from my home.
For some reason I can’t import the pictures. Maybe that’s a blessing. You can imagine your own small but perfectly formed kitchen space. Octavia and Celia have both given it the thumbs up, as has Nathan, one of the electricians, who declared it *beautiful*. I sent Ronnie the Planner a photo and he loved the wall tiles.
Maybe they were all just being polite.
I don’t care. I love it. This is where I shall be cooking my meals, putting away my plates, measuring MasterB’s biscuits.
It’s my kitchen.