If we were to tell the love story of a kitchen…how would it go? Once upon a time, there was an empty shell. White walls and bare floors, sad and lonely.
Then one day came a buyer with a vision of true love. Cabinets and counter tops she saw in parts and pieces, would be a perfect match for this lovely home. A perfect little white and charcoal grey number with not too much and not too little of anything…as a certain Goldy Locks would agree.
Our owner measured twice and had cut once (notice the “had” part…one has merits and others are thankfully handed out) and confirmed that this match was made in design heaven!
Then came the dust and the power tool, their blossoming relationship was making a tumultuous debut. But as everything that comes up must come down eventually, the dust did settle and then, amidst the remnants of cardboard boxes and sawdust, emerged a lovely kitchen. Oh it was lovely indeed! It was fresh and bright, compact and useful at the same time. Our owner even noticed a glimmer in the counter’s eye…or was it one of her own tears of joy to see this committed and truly well appointed relationship?
6:15am, the alarm clock…our weary owner woke up? Was it all just a dream…or an anticipation of what is to come? A few more days miss, said the contractors…a few more days.
Images via Atlanta Homes Magazine