Thursday, June 28, 2012

Of butcherblock and goosenecks.

So, last we met, I believe I showed off a sneak peek (on facebook, if not here) of something along these lines:
 That's an 8' slab of Ikea's oak butcher block countertop, waiting to be cut to length, as you can see below.  Purty, ain't it? ;o)  I'm in love just a teensy little bit.

When you see what I'd been using for counter, I think you'll understand why.  Exterior grade 3/4" plywood.  Splintery, rough, with plenty of "personality". {chuckle}

We had help, in the form of friend and church associate Kelley.  He's got enough woodworking experience under his belt that we felt confident enough to actually CUT these things without cold sweat or palpitations.  He's also a lot of fun.  While he kicked back under the cabinet, driving screws into the underside of the countertop, he said he often considered going into plumbing, as plumbers just got to lay around all day, in the most comfortable places and positions in the house. lol

In order to secure the counter, the drawers had to be taken out, as you can see above. I had filled them immediately after installation a few days before, and HJ generously volunteered to count all of the chopsticks and flatware.  It took him quite a while . . . almost as long as it took to cut and place the counters.  (Handy, that.)

Here's Kelley again, measuring for the sink notches after getting a couple of pieces installed (you can see them behind Vern).  The sink cabinet is the open one with the white rail across it, which helps support the apron-front Domsjo sink.

Meanwhile, HJ continued to busy himself with inventory-ing and testing the tensile strength of stainless steel.  (By the time we were done, he had tucked every last fork under that drawer there in front of him. lol)  And yes, I know most folks don't let their babies play with pointed objects.  This little guy is much older than he looks, and is really careful with such things.  He has never hurt himself when playing alone . . . it has only been when older siblings (those one or two steps above him) have tried to "help" him that problems arise.  He was also watched very carefully.

Meanwhile, this is what the living room looked like.  (The kids' mattresses were stacked up on the other side of the room.)  The Bear (aged 4) made himself busy behind the pile there.  I was charmed with what he had built . . . 

"Mom!" he said, "Come see my town!"

I love it. :o)  I'm always enchanted with the ways my children repurpose the tiniest things and imagine them up into houses (and their components), towns, zoos, spaceships, etc.  It was a looooong, long day, but at the end, this is what things looked like:

And this is what Chip looked like, when I asked him what he thought about it being this time of day . . .

. . . and still no dinner yet.

 It was still light outside, and so my lizard brain kept telling me that it couldn't really be time to make dinner yet . . . and I still had so much to do on the kitchen . . . (you really should go read that link--no, really.  do.)

Here's the same side of the kitchen at the end of the following day, once I had a go at the cabinets with a drill and some hardware . . .

And here's the other side, with the other project of the day--the sink & plumbing! Completed!!!

Yes, my friends, I've had a fully-functional kitchen sink for several days now, and it's so novel.  Sink and counters are such useful, useful things. ;o)  I'm a pretty happy girl right now.  I'm really loving my high, gooseneck faucet.  It doesn't have a spray, but the pull-down is so nice that I hardly notice.

And now, I'm off to conquer breakfast and spend some time with the children and their workbooks.

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