If you embark upon a kitchen renovation, you may encounter a fork in the road.
Me, I had a fork in the marble, so to speak. Earlier this winter, I found lovely slabs at a Nashville stone yard. Lisa, my fabricator, reserved four--or so we thought. The saleslady forgot to tag them, and the very next day, someone snagged two slabs. Lisa went to the yard in person and reserved the remaining two. So far so good, right? Wrong.
Two steps forward, ten back--that pretty much defines the remodeling process. The decisions are extra tricky because I must think ahead about the decor. It's hard to choose paint colors, finishes, and fixtures when I'm not 100% certain about the ranch's eventual style--or colors--yet it's part of the process. If my GC had to wait for me to decide, the house would be shrouded in cobwebs.
I'm still dealing with a head injury, but it hasn't stopped me from doing a little armchair decorating. Since I can't visit the ranchburger's work site, Medana has sent photos. Here's a peek at the kitchen.
No one knows the history of the ranchburger's faux chimney. Has it always been fake? Or, once upon a time, was it a working chimney, hooked up to wood burning fireplaces? If so, what in the world happened? A fire? Water damage? A remodeling decision?