From Philly to a farm: The adventures of two urban transplants learning to live in a 150-year-old farmhouse in Germansville, PA.
So, I had this whole scathing post drafted, ripping Lowe's to shreds for their lousy kitchen planning services, poor customer service, etc., etc., so on and so forth. But then I got home. Hot diggity!

Am I still annoyed with Lowe's? Yup. They screwed up a whole host of things, including lost or unordered appliances, incorrect cabinets, and missing trim. But our installer--even as he silently cursed Lowe's under his breath--managed to piece things together and pull together the beginnings of a complete kitchen. Look! Do you see?! It's a dishwasher! Oh, heavenly hunk o' stainless steel!

Oh, goodness, when I get my hands on that oven, there's no telling what will happen.

Soon, I’ll be braising meats, making a big pot of duck confit, baking scones for breakfast, and then sipping a glass of wine while listening to the lovely hum of our dishwasher.
It can't come soon enough.