I appreciate a nice kitchen. Who doesn’t? Here’s the thing, though – for me, a ‘good enough’ kitchen is a nice kitchen. By that standard, I’m very happy with what I have, thanks very much. I’m not sacrificing anything.
Unfortunately, my simple tastes are garnering disapproval from my mother, who has teamed up with my mother-in-law to wear me down and corner me into getting a kitchen replacement. Where does hubby stand on this, you ask? Well, he’s refusing to express an opinion of any kind, for fear of being seen as siding with any one party. Fair enough, I suppose, although it is pretty frustrating as well because it means I have to call the shots. In other words, I have to either disappoint the mothers or unwillingly submit to their demands.
Where do they get off pressuring me to renovate the kitchen, anyway? It’s not like they live here, and even if they did, it’s not their house or their money. My mother claims that it does affect her because she has to make profiteroles here on Christmas eve, and there’s not enough bench space. Um, who asked her to make profiteroles in my kitchen? It certainly wasn’t me. In fact, I’m pretty sure it was all her idea. I don’t even like profiteroles.
Next thing she’ll be trying to talk me into bathroom renovations. Melbourne has many older houses with dodgy, small bathrooms that are definitely a problem. The house is an older one, but the bathroom was renovated just before we bought it, and there’s literally nothing to complain about. It has plenty of good ventilation, no mould problems, and sufficient space to swing a cat.
It’s actually beyond ‘good enough’ – if anything, the extent of the previous owner’s reno is a little excessive by my standards. For example, they could have left out the Italian designer taps and the fancy showerhead. Even so, I can see my mother getting on my back about it in the very near future – as soon as I’ve complied with the kitchen reboot, probably.
