This is our family room, or better, the room off the kitchen that ordinarily serves as such. We’ve now been further displaced from our regular habitat because the cabinets arrived. They were conveniently delivered immediately before a weekend so they can, well, rest a bit. We, on the other hand, can’t, at least not in that room.
It seems to me that this stuff could fill several kitchens. “Why so much?” asks my 10-year-old who is the only one in the family that still follows the project with uncurbed enthusiasm.
Frankly, I have no idea. I do know, however, that there are boxes with tile sitting in my home office, building materials and the old range are still filling up my deck, and cartons with light fixtures, faucets and sinks are piled up in the living room. The dining room still serves as the food station, and the appliance warehouse keeps asking whether they could soon deliver all of the appliances.
I guess they’re running out of space in that place.