How to turn reverie into a kitchen renovation

“I feel like I have a new house,” I said to my husband as I…

“I feel like I have a new house,” I said to my husband as I walked into our newly renovated kitchen.

“Well, I’m happy you’re happy,” DC said, a comment that, as anyone who is married knows, carries the subtext for all you’ve put us through.

To update this 20-year-old kitchen, we made the high-low counters all one-level, replaced the brown bullnose granite with creamy quartzite counters cut with an eased (or squared) edge, replaced the stainless sink and faucet, and changed out the vintage knobs and pulls. Soon, a new glossy tile backsplash will finish the renovation.

“Seriously,” I said, “every time I walk in, I can’t believe it’s my kitchen. It’s light, it’s open, it’s updated, it’s ….”

“… expensive,” he says, finishing my sentence. “After this, we are done with home improvements for a long time.”

I probably could have picked a better time to express my kitchen bliss, as DC was, at that moment, in the middle of paying bills. “Well, it’s totally worth it,” I said. “And be glad it was just a renovation and not a remodel,” I said, implying somehow that being married to me is a bargain.