Bart and I have lived in our current house for just over three years. The main reason this seems absolutely impossible is that my son Hank turned 2 years old the day we closed. He's now about to start kindergarten. AGH. I'm not ready for what is coming.
Despite my trepidation, I have fond memories of the house we sold before we landed here. The fond memories include buying a house all by myself (thank you crazy mortgage market), making it a home with my husband, our awesome deck he built for the dogs, and most important: the ultimate custom kitchen.
The last memory happened because I was able to strike a deal: "I'm having your first born. A son. I want the kitchen I've always dreamed of." Silly us, we took this to heart. Bart managed to avoid making any money those last few months before our son was born and concentrated on building my kitchen. It turned out to be marvelous! Something I weep for to this day. I miss that kitchen because of the design, craftsmanship, and the memories or our infant son.
I reflect on this now because we finally have photos of a kitchen that was one of Bart's first labors of love. Well before our own kitchen. Imagine a time before Bart was Thrasher Works, and before he had an actual cabinet shop. Yes, you read that right. Bart found a way to just as crazy and accurate to the 1/132th of an inch long before he had a proper shop.
The home owner designed his own perfect kitchen with his wife. Disclaimer: Todd Howard, the home owner, has been my boss for the last nine years. In a strange sort of way, my detail oriented, cabinetry minded husband was the perfect match for the design as it involved beautiful Makore wood with perfectly matched horizontal grain--not to mention the functionality of the cabinets themselves.
When Bart and I sold our house with my beloved kitchen, we made the buyer promise not to paint over the cabinets. Let's hope we can say the same for this kitchen and home.