Monday was cabinet day, and by Sunday night the room had been denuded.

Neel enjoyed this process very much.

I loved it sitting empty, but almost before I could blink there were things moving back in. That's John, helping Neel with the corner cabinet. Neighbor, friend, it's his company who we ordered our cabinets from (Remember, I can do that now, end that sentence with "from."). He's ended up being our general contractor more than anything. Friend first, I suppose.

All those lines mark out where the shelves are going to go. John's making the shelves himself in his shop (see what I mean?), and we needed to decide where they'd sit in order to determine how thick, wide and long they'd be.

Here are our only two hanging cabinets. Over the fridge and a glass-fronted cabinet. They were meant to have a Shaker style molding, but after the cabinets went up, I thought, "huh." I liked it without the molding. Oh, how hard it is for me to say that kind of thing out loud. Why? Everybody knows I have opinions. But as soon as I said it, Neel said, "I was thinking exactly the same thing." So we're molding free, and I love it.

Chris, the designer is on the left, and Phil, the installer, is on the right. John clearly thinks very highly of Chris, and I can see why. He's steady and his attention to detail is laser-focused. Phil was great too, but apparently we got Phil on a good day.

Ah, now we're getting somewhere.

This is where the dishwasher goes.

And that Rothko thing? Well look...

I know it's a stretch, especially with the venting for the hood (coming today), and all the wires hanging out, but as I was looking at all the photos, the colors struck me and the lines too. A stretch, maybe, but still Rothko-esque, I say.

We're getting there.