On November 23 I placed an order at the local lumber yard. November 23rd, peoples. The item that I ordered came to my house broken. Twice. The third order never left the lumber yard because it was broken too.
I have decided that I do not want to do any remodeling of my house. If this is any indication of the frustration that will happen during a remodel….nope. I don’t need it thankyouverymuch! Small and dated works for me.
The 4th and final box finally arrived, and I finally quit complaining and whining and moaning and griping and muttering under my breath about it taking so stinkin’ long for the lumber yard to get it’s act together!
Everyone else was glad that I finally quit too.
I also got a hard wood maple butcher block top for it. I was able to get it for much less than I could have gotten a piece of counter top. I was really happy about that. When it came, it wasn’t what I had expected, but it is beautiful and I am not disappointed.
I swallowed hard when the boy brought up power tools and got them near my butcher block. He grinned and gunned the drill like Leatherface in Texas ChainSaw Massacre.
I hovered closely, as he put the drill bit in, and gunned the drill, again. What is it with men and their power tools?
Isn’t it beautiful? See how much darker the top is? That is from all the mineral oil we have been applying. We certainly don’t want it to warp. The boy made me chant the little ditty about the mineral oil, and how often to apply it, till I could say it in my sleep.
Once a day for a week,
once a week for a month,
once a month for a year,
once a year for a lifetime.
Or is it once a month for a lifetime. I don’t remember, but please don’t tell him that. I will be having mineral oil nightmares for weeks if he finds out.
Do you have an island in your kitchen? Do you wish you had an island in your kitchen?