The kitchen is what I would put in myself. So I asked the owner where he got it from, he told me, and off I went this morning with Max in tow to talk to Kitchen Systems in Onehunga. There, in front of me when I walked in, was the one. The kitchen I can picture in our new house. White on white with a sleek, no handle look and one which sticky little finger prints would be easy to clean off.....
Kind of like this one:
Max was put into the stroller and buckled in to prevent him from picking up blocks of granite and banging them on the kitchen cabinets (this has happened elsewhere). He was a bit cross at his imprisonment but I got what I needed to do finished and we left with another little job ticked off my list.
I await that quote with anticipation. I heard from another kitchen store today - the very first one I went to - and we have an appointment on the 16th Feb to go through our kitchen design and quote. I am excited to see what it will look like 3D. We have been drawing up crude elevations which look like this (complete with all the design cliches of the present: Tram scrolls, oversized clocks and 'eat' spelled out in a block):
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So kitchen designers we are not, because apparently we can underestimated how much room we needed for our fridge. This reduces the space on either side of the cooktop from 300mm to 200mm, which I don't think is enough. Not that we'll be doing prep there but it would be good to have room for a dinner plate or two - so I think we will have to (possibly) take the 200mm total out of our pantry space.
Those are my thoughts for the day. Kidstuff: the corkboards my moodboard is on fell off the wall. Sofia and Olivia took off the business cards and hid them in their dad's shoe. Handy.
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