When I arrived back home to Houston in June, I wasn’t planning to re-do my kitchen. I knew I hated my stained, pitted, cracked, and otherwise despicable concrete counters, but I assumed I could live with them. This townhouse is only a temporary gig, and we aren’t here all that much. But then….
My front door broke.
I knew I couldn’t live with that. SO I was forced to call my oh-so-handy handy man. When he came to deal with the door, his T-shirt mentioned that he also did granite counters. Hmmmm. You see where this is going. I casually asked him if there were any possible way he could replace my counters and backsplash in the few short weeks I was going to be in Houston. Guess what? He could! So that’s how I went from this
So I went to a nice little tile shop and decided to splurge on a glass tile backsplash that I thought was gorgeous. I loved it. So Handy Man put it up. The whole thing. And then he took the protective paper off the counters and I saw them with the splash and I didn’t love it so much. And neither did my two kids who weighed in. And neither did my sister, via iphone pics. I pretty much had a mini-melt-down all by myself the night I was supposed to be picking out grout color so that the backsplash could be permanently affixed to my kitchen walls. Mark was in New York and I might have freaked out to him via electronic message that I was having a Backsplash Crisis, and that sweet man told me to just pick another one. Just like that. Don’t sweat the small stuff. I don’t know what I did in a previous life to deserve this man, but I can assure you it was infinitely better than anything I have done in this life. So that’s how I went from this
I like my kitchen so much better now.
But I’m still waiting for my new front door. Turns out it takes a lot longer to have a door made than it does to have counter tops made. Now you know.
So that was my little remodel adventure for this summer. Anyone else ever made a bad choice in a similar situation? Did you live with it, or did you start over?