It is finished.
Three months later I find myself just sitting in a corner chair, mouth slightly open.....drooling and staring.....at my brand new kitchen. Correction. A brand new, gorgeous kitchen. I was going to ask the Smithsonian Institute if I could donate my old 1966 poo-poo-brown formica kitchen cabinets, but they told me they have enough dinosaurs already.
Just to refresh your memory, I started out like this,
and after three
painfully short months, I ended up with this.....
Okay. I'll say it.
It was so-o-o-o worth it.
Nothing left to do but commence baking.