There are not many places in this universe that witnessed hate, swearing, rage and tensions as such as my kitchen.
Whoever remembers its creation process remembers as well that if we were talking of a child it would have been the first child that instead of being routinely slapped first thing when born it would have been directly trown in the middle of a Battle royal at the last Wrestlemania.
What can be done?
You cannot choose family, as such, I suppose, you cannot choose your kitchen as well, thus you have to live with both.
This means that we had to work YET again on the most hated portion of the house.
Dear Lord, now what?
Nothing that wasn't already planned and that asked for manual labor.
You know I'm a fervent geek, but I'm practical enough to know that nobody is ever going to invent a machine that builds kitchens without our imput.
So there I was again for the last time before holidays for a series of works that required precision and patience.
And God knows how much of the latter I already invested till now...
Kandinsky? Van Gogh?
A not enough reknown fact about my mother is that she is a first rate potter with three clearly visible characteristics.
- An astounding artistic taste
- A high level of control of the medium
- A huge lack of self confidence
That has for consequence that each time I place an order following sequence ensues.
- Hate towards the customer for asking without a reasonable time frame (I asked like 8 months before ^_^)
- Self hating because she hated the customer
- Self despise because she basically thinks she is good for nothing (we are talking of an artist with four personal expos behind her )
- A masterpiece is created
- String of phone calls to insult ME because the masterpiece is not masterpiece enough
- String of angry calls because the glazing will not be at level with said masterpiece
- Unbelievably good glazing completes the masterpiece
- String of depressed calls about the fact that "Yes, you say so, but I know you will not like it"
- Final satisfaction
Obviously those are months of deep passion in wich diplomacy and filial love are sustained by heavy doses of malox.
I'm kind of used to it and thus after I made my request and have endured the aforementioned sequence of events, I finally received the tiles with Klimt theme that I requested for the walls of my kitchen.
All you need with my motehr is a little bit patience, but the reward is always magnificent.
Let's go on.
Be there a Oven!
In a normal kitchen, furnitures are conceived to contain electrical households.
In MY kitchen you choose the households to fill the spaces you left while building it.
I chose a wonderful oven, but it happened to be 2 inches too long for the space under the fireplace, so I chose oven number two that was a litt less powerful but had the undeniable advantage of having the right size.
After a quick test I'm happy to report that the runner is on par if not better with the original yet dethroned winner :)
What's that hole?
Well to be honest I knew that the oven will leave a hole on the bottom of the structure, but I already had planned to create a sliding volume to put the most annoying items of the kitchen : pans and lids.
Nothing too fancy, couple of planks, some L shaped metal joints, lots of screws ( bit less next time, this thing could survive a grenade).
Then a handle and some weels fixed underneath and we are ready to... Well.. Roll ^_^.
There is still a big hole left of theleft side of the oven, but that is a matter that I will clear in winter, after holidays.
To have a stone counter is a beautiful thing, but if it is always encumbered by objects it is just a lame excuse for disorder.
A couple of hanging structures and the issue is almost solved.
I say "Almost" because the sauce bottles are yet on the counter, but I have a little project in my head that will solve this issue once and for good.
My parents were that kind to bring me back an old friend :)
I know it seems trashy, but that papier machè board has been in my kitchen during all my studies and the space simply did not seem right without it.
What can I do, least you can say about my kitchen is that you become very emotional standing inside it ^_^