Our long national nightmare is nearing an end. Wait, did I say national? Only if my kitchen counts as its own nation. We dragged our feet so long on replacing that stupid wall oven that refuses to come to temperature, mostly because we would have to special order a narrow one to fit in the original 1959 cabinets, at a cost of $2000, give or take. Other option would have been to gut the whole kitchen and acquire all new cabinets with different spacing, in order to accommodate a standard size oven. But wait, there was a third option, hiding just out of reach (until now).
Every other week, the Mr donates blood platelets down in Boulder, and on his way home he likes to stop and shop at the Resource building salvage yard there, hoping for funky things he can use to build his mountain cabin. Today, he stumbled upon a set of double wall ovens, and would you believe it, they are narrow. He texted me an out of context question, "how many cabinets are you willing to give up?" The photo that was supposed to accompany that took significantly longer to arrive, but eventually I saw them. By then I'd already figured out what he was asking, and agreed that the cookie sheet and/or cake pan cabinets could F off, if it meant having a functional oven again. He brought it home, and it made it as far as the garage. So I'm not exactly Betty Crocker yet, but probably once the prime mountain building season winds down, we can work on cutting into the cabinets and installing the ovens. So instead of a couple grand for a new oven, it was a hundred and fifty for two used ones. Will they work? Man, I hope so. Maybe we should test them before we cut up the 60+ year old existing cabinetry.
I have been remiss on getting pictures of my hair as it exists right now. With it so much shorter (another two to three inches cut a week ago), the wave/curl is really perking up. This is not my best selfie ever, but it shows that there is life left in these curls after all. With a little finesse, it could be pretty cute.
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