Reverting back in time to the mental whirlwind, which is even more confusing given the sunny Springtime sky right now (at least today, given the False Springs around these parts). Without too much detail, the kitchen will have to be stripped of all cabinets, so bad is the “finished” product of the Artist. The Artist is making threats. The patchwork repairs can’t be undone. It all must come out, the sentimentality and loyalty to the look, the memory destroyed. Sigh, big sigh.
Now the unplanned for costs, the decisions again, the moving, struggling forward while stuck to the past (life), the actual anger being restrained to stay focused and in sync with those needing our decisions in a timely manner….
A fresh canvas, a new beginning? Yes. I think the rub is anxiety that has surfaced over what if the next one messes up the job. Unlike many parts of a house’s renovation, a kitchen is truly interconnected, at least this one. There have been few mistakes, so good has been the workmanship of the craftsman. The Artist is a ringer…when asked if he thought the work there was good enough for his home, he remarked he would “never live in a dump like this”. Thus was his lack of respect for the project, the location, our dreams.