Don't ever pray for patience.
If you do, God will laugh at you and somehow convince you that it's a good idea - nay, a necessity - to remodel your kitchen. And then you will learn about patience.
This is what patience looks like.
Now, to be fair, the kitchen hasn't looked like that for a few weeks. It's been a series of exciting gains, like when the cabinets were delivered to the living room.
the old fridge is still right next to our front door. Because we're klassy like that.
And so the cabinets are in and the countertop is on and, as of about 20 minutes ago, the tile is installed but waiting grout.
I put plates in the cabinets because I just couldn't stand it any more. They will all need to be washed and the cabinets will need to be dusted again, sure. But having plates makes me think that I might be a real, live grown-up in a real, functional home.
This might be the worst part of the whole remodel, the most "the night before Christmas," sick-to-my-stomach, can't-hardly-wait part. We're so close. So close!
Also? To the ladies at the two different tile shops who tried to convince me that I didn't want the backsplash I wanted? Who were sure I would be happier with something beige-y and cream? And especially to the one lady who couldn't find a tile to match my paint swatch and so actually suggested that I repaint all the trim in my entire house?
This backsplash is kick-ass and you just wish you were half the design visionary that I am. SUCK. IT.
I have been patiently waiting to tell you this since July. You're welcome.