French Deal

Everything is going just so well at the refurb house. Stephen and his 8 friends came back from a week there and the house is still standing which is always a plus. But they all say the kitchen is horrid. Then friend Dave and family arrived from Australia and admired the progress, but pursed lips to popping point at the state of the kitchen. Did I make such a big error?

I'd gone for a cheap option, with a personal plan in my head to customise it by painting it antique cream white and shouting at it until it was distressed. Leroy Merlin was the supplier - sort of B & Q - but hey, a gal has a budget here.

Anyway I went back to original designs and discovered that the wrong units have been delivered. Not the rather avant guard modern frontages that would look cool under an antique white gloss from a specialist supplier of Victorian retro-type paint (minus the lead) that I'd had in mind. But seriously boring old fart bad taste modern estate, let's pretend we've got a traditional wood kitchen crapola, with really nasty door handles.

It's fully paid for, so I don't think I'm going to win this one. Oh the shame of it, especially as I was so proud of sorting it out and completely ignored the sidewards glances from Rick and the gorgeous Guillhame. When am I ever going to learn that when it comes to design I've got absolutely no idea of what's going on. There's an enormous gap between how I see it in my head and what appears as a hard copy. I'm mystified as to how this happens. Tant pis.

posted by French Deal @ 6:10 pm