Hopefully the last renovation update before everything is finished. But first! Since the last post was about the awesomeness of Mothra, I had to take this opportunity to wax equally rhapsodic about another member of the bugworld: fireflies. I remember loving them as a kid -- they really filled you with such a sense of wonder on a quiet summer night, flickering on and off in the dark. I feel like for whatever reason, I went through a period of years where I just didn't see them, either because I wasn't looking or because they just weren't there. I'm happy to say that after the Great Firefly Dearth of ninety-something to now (can I please say "aught eight"?), fireflies are back. Maybe it's because we're in the wilderness of Brooklyn, where fauna abound (including the rat I almost ran over with my bike last night). Maybe I'm recapturing the joy of youth...or something. Anyway. Fireflies rule.
Reno stuff: so we were basically waiting on the delivery of an undercabinet pull-out garbage can. Our cabinet person sent one, and when we opened it and put it under the sink, we were like, "Pff! Whaaa?! Midget!" -- or something like that. Behold:
One of the things that bothers me when I cook is trying to stuff onion skins/potato peelings/butcher paper covered in yuck juice into an overstuffed garbage can. We saw this lil' guy and immediately requested a bigger one. Those of you who are plumbers probably can tell what the problem will be, but what we pipe-impaired people didn't realize was that the drainpipes from the double-basin sink were not in yet, and that Shorty was probably all that was going to fit. Here's where the pipes will go:
So we sheepishly told our cabinet person that we'd have to wait until Norman came back to see which sink we could use. But wait no more! Norman et al. are coming on Monday! Hooray! In the meantime, here's a picture of the sink and the counter with the undercabinet lights on:
I know it's rude to boast, but it's kind of the hotness, right?
We also need to figure out if we should put pull-out wire baskets in the pantry, which is very deep. I like the idea of being able to access cans and boxes of dry goods easily (and Lord knows I hoard stuff like it was Y2K all over again -- ha! remember that? -- because I come from a family of (noseblowing) people who have an irrational but totally endearing fear of starving to death. Seriously, we love food and obsess over it. When we sit down to eat lunch, we talk about what's for dinner. When I was little, apparently I would climb on people's laps when they were eating and ask, "What's in your mouth? Let's have a share."). But the baskets themselves look a little...forbidding, or something. And like they might actually reduce the available space for the beans and the crushed tomatoes and the pasta and the rice and the dried cranberries and the five types of vinegar and the eight cartons of broth, etc.
Thoughts?
Oh yeah, we found the camera. It was in my purse. Oops.










