The End

All right.  It’s time.  We still have a few minor things to finish in the kitchen (no, that blue painter’s tape is not a design statement), but ultimately I think we can officially state: The Kitchen Is Done!

And so even though I’d like James to take some of his fancy real estate fish eye pictures that make your house look bigger (for posterity’s sake), it’s time to share some “after” pictures.

Now I’m anticipating my friend Karen is going to tell me she hates me when she sees the new kitchen.  That means she likes it.  You just have to know Karen.

I feel reborn.  I can actually lay out 4 dinner plates and serve up food on this expanse of counter space.

Check out R2-D2.  You practically can’t even tell which panel is the dishwasher, right?  I always knew someday my little Bosch would get the Cinderella treatment she deserves.

James’ fall-back plan is Italian barista.

Our new breakfast nook.  Of course now we’re trying to make cushion decisions based on little postage stamp sized swatches of fabric.  And maybe someday Nate will transition from his crib to this big boy bed.

We’ve got a new built-in around the washer and dryer.  Unfortunately no one built-in self-washing laundry.  I thought I’d made that clear in the specs…

And last but not least, the stove.  Somehow the new hood still can’t erase the indelible atrocity of the Rangemate from my memory.

So Karen, don’t hate me.  But looking at this picture, you can totally hate my dishtowels.