Fifth in a Series. Our contractor says we gotta go to Moe’s for kitchen hardware. We do. And are ignored. How is it even possible to ignore my six-foot-four husband? Willful blindness.
The place gets what it deserves: Showrooming. We examine the merchandise in the brick and mortar store, and my beloved orders the Top Knob Hardware online. We select long handles for both the cabinets and drawers. The style matches the new appliances and the scale is in keeping with my man’s mitts.
You know what they say, ladies, “Big hands, big (kitchen) hardware.”
Once the pulls and knobs are in place, it starts to feel like a kitchen.
One of my favorite features? Getting two extra-long pulls to use as towel racks, to help us resist the urge to hang rags on our pretty dishwasher or oven.
Early on in our relationship, Frank K brought a sample glass tile with a wave pattern against a white background to honor our lakefront property. I thought: “This guy gets us, our style and our lifestyle.” At Standard Tile, we looked at everything. Wavy remained a top contender. Then we saw Premium Shiny.
“Looks expensive,” says my beloved.
“Let’s price it. Information is free.”
Information, yes, but these two-by-twelve silvery beauties were $96 a square foot. It is possible to spend this much on tile. I’m surprised, too.
“Another company makes a similar style,” the nice showroom lady says.
I grab the display board. We examine Baby’s Breath from the Galaxy Series and like the icy look of these four-by-twelve-inch tiles oodles better than the Australian counterpart. And we can get the order filled quickly, because the tile ships from Brooklyn.
Now it’s down to two choices. Wavy and Shiny.
My better half schlepped a piece of the counter that the installer left for us. It is unbelievably heavy. We put the two tiles against it and Shiny wins, as the mirror-like background picks up the mirror flecks in the engineered stone.
We leave, confident in our choice. I text Frank and he asks whether we took home a sample.
“Um, no. Why?” I ask when we speak moments later. “Go ahead and order.”
“Are you sure?” he asks.
Suddenly, my love and I aren’t sure anymore. We panic.
“Please bring a sample,” I say.
Kids, if you can bring home a sample, do bring home a sample. You need to see this stuff in the light of your home. That said, swatches lie. Our installed cabinets are more espresso and less charcoal than the swatch we used to buy paint. Paint that now seems a bit too blue-grey. Or maybe its fine? Or should we change it? What’s happening to us? We used to be so decisive.
Frank leaves us a sample and it is the wrong tile. Sure, it matches the cabinets, and even looks good with the counters, but it isn’t our style. Damn. Another delay.
Once the tiles we selected are installed, they look better than we imagined and accomplish our goal of mirroring the lake.