They told me it couldn’t be done. Which oddly enough is what “they” said about installing a dishwasher.
I reluctantly agreed to let them put the new countertop on the old cabinet, and set aside my dreams of a new vanity with a patented bottom drawer across the bottom. At least I could get my money back for the cabinet, right?
Returning to the kitchen, and looking at the makeshift back cabinets on the backside of my dishwasher, I felt sad. Why can’t I have nice things? Why can’t I be a better do-it-myselfer? Why can’t I just hire some designer who will charge $20,000 to redo the bathroom? Why can’t I get on one of those HGTV shows?
But then the dude came out of my bathroom with good news: He could get the old cabinet out after all, should he go for it?
And did I want them to take out the next layer of gold tile?
But of course.
I asked the guy if it went faster than he thought…because the thing is in there already, and it was faster than I thought.
He said, “I had to do some pretty extreme things.”
Do I even want to know?