The joy of washing dishes
Have you ever really enjoyed doing the dishes? If you have a new sink after two weeks of doing kitchen chores in the bathroom, you just might!
Eric and I worked until midnight Sunday, setting the stage for our plumber’s arrival bright and early Monday morning. We had to have the cabinet carcasses in place (no face frames or doors required yet), and the temporary countertop on to support the sink. (Yes, we’ll have to remove the sink when the counters are installed, but we won’t think about that now!)
I was stuck at work while Eric had the week off. I was dying to know what was going on at home. When I walked in the door last Monday, here’s what I found. What do you think?
Like a prom queen wearing her new crown, the sink stands on her tippy toes, reluctant to let her skirts touch the rough plywood countertop, now that she’s all clean and pretty. (The drainboards have little nub legs that will be countersunk into the real countertop.) I couldn’t wait to wash a few dishes. It felt just like old times, only better. It’s great to have my old friend back again!
Completing this homecoming court are lazy Susan and her next-door neighbor, skinny Sally. I have lots of hard work planned for all these characters.
Back to the sink … I wanted a bridge faucet ever since I saw a distressed brass one online. It looked like something found in a barn—perfect! It doesn’t look as rustic in brushed nickel, but I like the utilitarian heft of this one. It’s not as fancy and Frenchy as some I’ve seen. That thingy crouching under it is the dishwasher air gap, which is required by code in our county. It fits nicely in the unused center hole … not beautiful, but necessary. We’ll get a brushed nickel one to match the faucet, and a sprayer to fit in the hole on the left.
Our plumber noticed how the faucet finial cleared the windowsill by less than half an inch. “You planned that just right!” Um … yes … yes, we sure did. Whew!
At the sink queen’s feet is her prom king, the LG dishwasher. Miraculously (I mean, by plan), the dishwasher door clears the back door by about an inch. Eric’s obsessive measuring paid off. To think I used to believe we’d only have room for an 18-inch dishwasher! Ha! It’s not wired in yet, so we’re still doing dishes with our Armstrong machine.
To arrive at this happy day, I spent hours on the deck, sanding and swabbing the cabinet pieces with polyurethane. I even polyed Duke when a yellowjacket landed on my arm and I jerk the brush into the air. (At the rate he sheds, he will be poly-free in a few days.) Inside, Eric measured and measured and remeasured to ensure everything would fit, and then assembled the carcasses as I finished the polyurethaning. Our decision to install a lazy Susan in the corner meant he had to rebuild the heat vent that used to end under the tower cabinet. Months ago, he cleverly fabricated a custom duct elbow and we bought the perfect vent cover. But now, the configuration has changed: The duct must run under the corner cabinet and the vent must fit in the toe kick area. The decorative cover will no longer fit—dang it!
As I sanded and painted, sanded and painted, I imagined how great it will be to enjoy our kitchen when it’s finished. Although we’ve been working on the kitchen for almost a year, times flies whether you’re having fun or not. In a few short months the holidays will be upon us. I’m confident the kitchen will be done before then. I picture myself getting out the mixing bowls to bake Eric’s birthday pumpkin pie, pulling pots and pans from the lazy Susan to cook Thanksgiving dinner, packing the remains into leftover bowls from the deep drawer, loading the resulting mess into the dishwasher, and making Christmas morning espressos on a clean expanse of quartz countertop. I know all these things will happen. And I’ll owe it all to Eric’s perseverance and woodworking talent.
We think we can see a light at the end of the tunnel, and we’re fairly certain it’s not a train. Now that we have water in the sink, it’s time to get ready for a party!