I like to think of myself as a positive person...patient and kind...a glass half full kinda gal.
Apart from the Lego award to Miss Not So Anonymous 2012...
I do feel a bit bad about that.
Anyways, for those who have followed the kitchen renovation story, you will notice a bit of agitation and passive aggressive behaviour directed towards my builder whom I have seen/heard hide nor hair from for weeks, thus leaving me with a 92.7% completed kitchen.
Did you notice I just channelled Downtown Abby sophistication and culture with the addition of whom, thus and hide nor hair...classy.
Well ladies (until a man comments on my blog I assume that all my readers are female...or too frightened by my obviously single status and now sexy turquoise door to comment)...
I know right, I'm shocked and surprised...and feeling positive that even though he said he was coming Monday/Tuesday and it is now Tuesday evening and he still hasn't been...
that he will.
I need it done so I can paint, and hang curtains and cook surrounded by gleaming tiles.
Time for a recap.
It started as this, a homage to pine and laminate and stove filth
To scary, scary walls knocked down, cement piles on the floor (I'm still removing cement dust from between the floor boards).
To random pictures of the nearly done kitchen.
Please cross your fingers and toes for me that the builder will be good to his word and pep up my stamina for this project.
Otherwise I'm going to have to start Pinning positive affirmations, or believe I am capable and confidant before having 'that' conversation, or singing 'I'm so hap, hap, happyyyyyyyy in the mornings' (thanks Dad, great memories).