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buy it black


Yeeeeeeeah… ummm… mis-measured…. woops….

That didn’t stop Kevin from trying everything to make it work… Removing cabinets from the wall, removing molding, cutting a couple of inches off of the countertop….

So until the kitchen gets redone – the fridge lives next to the door to the carport… It works. We stuck the grey shelf in the office in the hole where the old fridge was. It’s now a “small appliance” caddy.

Fridge is a Samsung… and it’s a big, simple, BLACK*, handleless, discretely techie (small blue read-out), monolith of yummy simplicity.

It, (along with the dishwasher), is the first major appliance we’ve bought….
Yeah… this does all feel strangely…. “grown-up”.

Sorta like when I bought my first underwear and socks… (*embarrassingly – not until my early 20’s).

Anyway – what’s not to be excited about new ways to store cheese!

*BLACK – Yes… Since devcubber and I have a petty meowsie dispute over this:

Really it’s not a dispute…

I’m right and she’s defensive. (EG) *pick*

/gloves

Stainless is dead…. There… I said it….

It’s the freaking SUV of kitchen design…..

I don’t care if your stove looks like a Delorean… I’d rather look at, admire (and eat) the food you pull out of it.

And I don’t care if you’re pulling out a French Souffle or a Gino’s frozen pizza – you’re still not going to use that equipment enough to warrant the stainless steel armor used by PROFESSIONALS in a PROFESSIONAL setting.

That – and well I’m an opinionated wannabe pissy minimalist fag…. Who cares? Elise does…. it drives her crazy that I walk in her kitchen and smugly judge her hearth and kühlschrank.

Yes… This dispute is silly and largely just playing…

except for the part about me being right.

(insert clever serial ending here)

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layaway


Remember layaway?

I think the idea has been extinguished by contemporary culture’s obsession with instant gratification and credit.

I bought my first fancy (long, wool, obnoxiously speckled) coat through layaway… From Chess King I believe…. or was it Marry-Go-Round… I was about 15 and knee-deep in the fashion experiment more commonly referred to as the 1980’s. *shudder*

Mom introduced me to the concept of getting things you wanted but couldn’t afford to buy all at once…
She bought most of her jewelry this way… As a result, my childhood was accompanied by the steady rhythm of bi-weekly trips to the antique jewelry counter at Famous Bar….

Anyway – when I made that last fifteen dollar payment and got that coat, – it was an incredible feeling of accomplishment… “I DID IT” I’d say checking my clothes in the mirror… adjusting my bolo tie…. *shudder*

My mom was instilling – perhaps unknowingly – an pallet for delayed gratification… It’s this appreciation for “waiting” that’s helped us survive the lifestyle change the econ-bubble-burst brought about in the early zeros.

Anyway….

Anytime any of the families would press for present ideas – we simply told them to get Best Buy gift cards.

We’ve been hoarding them for over a year now.

Continuing my plot earlier this year when a friend approached me to do some design work for them – I said I’d do it for free… and encouraged them to save their money for more important things…….. …. …. like house warming gifts for their friends back in St. Louis.

I’ll be damned if a chubby Best Buy gift card didn’t get FedExed to us a few weeks ago.

woohoo!

Just in a nick of time since our refrigerator *and* dishwasher had started what could only be called a strange, mechanical death waltz.

We wasted no time getting to the store and getting our new fridge and dishwasher ordered. (We already knew what we wanted since we’ve been technically “shopping” for them for a year).

The new LG dishwasher installed as flawlessly as it runs…. I can’t tell you what a perceived luxury it is for us to be able to talk on the phone and run a load of dishes simultaneously… (You couldn’t before… Actually if the dishwasher was running – you’d pretty much have to go outside with the phone if you wanted to hear.)

The fridge was a bigger challenge… we miss-measured and it didn’t fit… but that’s another story….

(insert clever serial ending here)