And this--not exactly the right angle, and I think the camera lens is smudged, and Lord knows you don't need to see all the food out all over the island, or my lovely dish towels hanging off the stove--is after:
Here is another After picture. Except it's also a Before picture. This is the pies and cranberry compote and chocolates before they were demolished--arranged in the new bay window, above the new hardwood floor, and near the new chairs that are pretending to be old.
And here is the After picture of the Thanksgiving pies, all ruined and desolate-looking. And sort of messy. (What's the Scotch doing there?) But I order you to be impressed, because everything on an island. With a black granite top.
Yes! I have an island and granite counters. I don't care that they're a cliche; it's the first time for me. And now you know how very, very ooh la la fancy I'd like to think I am, but really am not, because see the stove top? It's electric. And it only has four burners. No chef in his right mind would touch it.
Also the cabinets aren't custom. They're semi-custom MDF.
(If you know what that means, you're spending way too much time thinking about kitchens.)
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