the day I pimped a stranger's kitchen - part two
As much as I love my job (I do), I love (and nee-eeed, just ask my husband) my sleep much, MUCH more. So this whole dreaming about splashbacks thing...
Had. To. Stop.
Action Stations! After a small and stressful, colourful but more-distasterous-than one-could-hope practice run... I had nailed the design (important), the uniquity (is that a word?) of the piece (important++) and the kiln schedule (super-mega-double-triple-extra-upsized-with-fries important) and we were away!
In short, while not everyone's cup of tea - this piece is a triumph!
Of course then there was the installation...
We had arranged to have our family summer holiday in Taranaki for the install - a decision that did not disappoint! But, that being the case meant that when "S-Day" (Splashback Day) arrived, my entourage consisted of a husband, a one year old busy-body and a two year old sticky-beak... Needless to say Ms Waka (Yvette) and her husband Willie welcomed us wholeheartedly into their home.
serious stuff, this silicone applying
when duct tape is not enough... always handy to have a two-year-old's muscles to hand
Wakalouie Waka, and her splashback, in all their glory
And I tell you what - whether or not it's to your taste, this splashback rose to the challenge, and looks spectacular in the context of Yvette's house. It fits in perfectly, both with the architecturally designed home, and with it's delightful occupants.
In short, it is the show stopper of a splashback the majestic Wakalouie Waka wanted.
I've been told all her visitors "pat" it.
And I can, once again, sleep at night.
Posted: Wednesday 8 March 2017