I’m not going to bore you with shots of all of the outlets and switches. It was a near thing, though, so excited am I to have safe and fully functioning electric in my wee kitchen. I don’t know if you recall the very first pictures I posted. In them, you can see a ceiling fan (with light) and a single bulb fixture above the sink. That was all the lighting in my kitchen. And now...
I have three regular inset lights (with dimmer) and two independent insets above the sink and the main workspace. We also went for these bad boys:
Under cabinet lights, my friends. Four of them. Do you have any idea how that’s going to showcase the granite I chose? No, really: do you? ‘Cause I’m hoping it’s going to be a sight to behold, but I’ve no basis for comparison.
We still have a ceiling fan, so that’s another source of illumination. The fan I chose (yes: I chose. even though it wasn’t the one I really wanted*) has clean, simple lines. I took this shot at night, and though it isn’t perfectly representative of the way the fixture looks in full light, I rather like it. It’s atmospheric. Either that or it’s my ceiling fan’s MySpace photo.
Hello, dishwasher. Hmm. I thought you’d be taller.
This sits on the two-inches-lower side of the kitchen. All of the base cabinets have been raised to compensate, but we forgot about the dishwasher. Yet another thing to fix. Yay!
The Electrical Inspector was supposed to come today. When he was here last - for the preliminary inspection - he didn’t arrive until nearly six in the evening. So I waited about all day, missing a light box session and a trip to the grocery store that I might cobble together a franken-dinner for my sweetie. At half five, I called the EI to see when he might arrive. “ I completely forgot!” was his response. “I wish you’d called me earlier.” Oh, Al the EI. Why would I call you earlier when my expectation was that you’d be here, even if it was nigh on evening? To his credit, he apologized profusely, rescheduled for Friday morning and wrote it down in his appointment book.
Bob was here yesterday to install the visible baseboards and rig a sort of beam where the kitchen, with it’s lovely new sheet rock ceiling, meets the living room, with it’s oppressive and sagging wainscot. Nothing quite worthy of photo-documentation.
*In my search to find the light I ultimately did not buy, though I loved it (even when flush-mounted, it would have hung too low), I remembered a very cool, steampunk double ceiling fan that I’ve been drooling over for months. Couldn’t find that, either. But I did find this and this and this (preferably copper, with the wooden blades). None of which would work in my home, even if I could afford them.
Now I really ought to attempt to make myself presentable. Don called to let me know he’ll be getting home at a reasonable hour and that he’s taking me out to dinner. The catch: I have to choose where we’re going. Dammit.