Now....onto the post...
We've been lazy bums. No more!
When we last encountered our home-building heroes we were...I have absolutely no idea. It's been that long.
My poor kitchen has been stagnating like a blocked colon. Time for a cleanse!
Here's where we left off.
Let's not forget the embarrassing failure that was my attempt to paint my backsplash. It worked out in the old house, and my mom's house, but this one? Not so much.
I blathered on about our countertops (and had a really great fart story) HERE. And HERE'S where I unveiled my awe-inspiring hardware for the cabinets.
That was over a year ago, people.
And yes, I still love my choice of countertops and I do still, occasionally, lick them.
In the meantime, I fully settled on a backsplash tile that I never showed anyone and it doesn't really matter because I changed my mind again anyway.
You want to see it? Okay, here it is.
Too bad if you love it because I'm not using it.
These were the original 3 contenders (if you recall):
Anyone want to guess what I picked? Anyone? No?
Clean, classic, white subway tile wins!
When the tile started going up, Philly asked me if I was going to cry seeing all my paint work being covered up. I said the only thing that was making me cry was having to look at that debacle for what felt like an eternity.
Goodbye, hole in the wall!
Why did I pick plain old subway tile when there are about a million other choices?
Because I never get tired of looking at it, no matter how many kitchens I see it in.
Not this dynamic duo.
The tile isn't grouted yet, but I'll show you that soon. I hope.
Kind of a side-by-side comparison in the fact I have dirty dishes in both shots:
So, what do you think of my decision?
Not that your opinion is going to change anything at this point. But I'm a mammal that cares.
The kitchen is so much brighter already. It was the backsplash I had to have with those dark cabinets.
And this picture of Eddie just because. You know you've missed him. He's missed you! He's going deaf, so if you want to say hi to him, yell really, really loudly.
In fact, he's so deaf, he didn't hear me in the foyer and could only see my silhouette. He started barking. Even after he knew it was me, he kept barking because there MUST have been some stranger danger, otherwise, why am I barking? I let him out to go potty and he just kept barking. I laughed and (subsequently) coughed so hard that I went potty too. Yep, I peed my pants a little bit and Eddie thought that was pretty funny.
Coming up on Kitchen Soldiers!:
Grouting the Tile and a Mighty Morphin Power Range Hood!
I'm sharing with:
What We Accomplished