This weekend Blake and I embarked on a house project. Specifically, we decided to install a back splash in our kitchen and a brand new kitchen sink. And while there is plenty to discuss regarding the back splash (which turned out awesome by the way), this post is more specifically about the kitchen sink. Or as I like to refer to it, “The damn kitchen sink.” (Sorry, Mom).
Blake and I had been tossing around the idea of installing a back splash since we moved into our home last June. The bright red paint and coffee wallpaper border just wasn’t our taste. Unfortunately, I am super indecisive and we hadn’t found tile we liked. Let me rephrase that, I know what I definitely don’t like but sometimes have a hard time figuring out what I do like. Does that make me indecisive? Maybe.
“Hailey, but I thought this post wasn’t about the back splash,” you may be saying to yourself. Oh, don’t worry. It’s definitely not. The back splash was our reason for venturing to the first hardware store on Saturday, but the kitchen sink was what made everything interesting.
So, bright and early Saturday morning we ventured to our first hardware store in search of a back splash. In the process of back splash-looking however, we decided it was time to update our kitchen sink. Why? Well, because it smelled. I’m not kidding, our sink smelled, and no amount of bleaching and scrubbing would fix it. More importantly, it was ugly.
While shopping for a kitchen sink may seem pretty straight forward, I assure you, it wasn’t. Did we want stainless steel? If so, could we settle for a 20 gauge instead of an 18 gauge? What about a light colored sink? Perhaps white, or maybe beige? If that’s the case, do we want cast iron or granite composite?
What we decided was that we needed to check out the other two hardware stores in the area before making any decisions. So, off we went to hardware store #2 and hardware store #3. Let me mention however, we still had yet to buy our back splash materials because after all, we should look at the 2 other hardware stores first. Unfortunately, in the process of checking out the two other stores, we forget what was at store #1… including prices and styles. So, 6 trips later (that would be visiting each store twice), we finally landed on our back splash tile but decided to wait on the kitchen sink.
We hurried home and installed the back splash without much of a story to tell (other than shards of glass almost landing in Blake’s eye and me cutting my finger). Unfortunately, we were a little short on grout and needed to go back to the store on Sunday.
So, by noon on Sunday we were off to the hardware store to pick up the grout. However, after seeing how amazing our back splash looked, I had a change of heart. Maybe we SHOULD buy a new sink. This again required us to revisit all the stores from the day before. If you are keeping track, our store visit total is now at 9 (in less than 24 hours). We eventually picked out a sink and hurried home with our beautiful, beige, granite composite sink with brushed bronze faucet.
Now, I would love to tell you that we got home and easily installed our sink. Unfortunately, that would not be true. I would love to tell you there were no tears shed and the language around our house was kept PG rated. But again, that would not be true. Instead, our kitchen sink… the damn kitchen sink… decided to wage war.
Removing our old sink was easy enough. We even remembered to shut the water off in our house. Though what was revealed underneath the sink was the most disgusting thing I had ever seen and I immediately told Blake to throw it in the dumpster next door (shh… I think that’s actually illegal). I debated on donating it, but believe me, nobody would have wanted that sink. Ever.
So, after the sink was removed, we were left with a gaping hole in our kitchen counter. We eagerly unpacked the new sink and got it prepped to drop in the hole. It was beautiful. BEAUTIFUL! We carefully lowered the new sink in the counter, being sure not to scratch our new back splash. And then… nothing. It was stuck. The sink would not go down any further. No matter how often with realigned the sink and twisted and pushed, nothing happened.
Now, I know your first question is, “Why didn’t you measure?” We did measure. I promise. The problem was not that the counter hole was too small, it was that the cabinets underneath the counter were sticking out by about an inch on each side (the “charm” of an old home). So, after a few tears (Blake is such a cry baby), our conversation went something like this:
Blake: “It won’t fit.”
Me: “Are you positive?”
Blake: “It absolutely won’t fit.”
Me: “What should we do?”
Blake: “I could saw down the cabinets.”
Blake: “I could… seriously… if I just…”
Blake: “Ok, so should I get the old one?”
Me: “Isn’t it in dumpster?”
Blake: “Yes.. but I could…” (note: I have a really good husband who was willing to go dumpster diving to save our kitchen)
We decided the only real option was to take it back and find a new sink that fit. Unfortunately, it was 6:00pm on a Sunday night, our water was shut off, and we had no sink. Hardware stores close early on Sundays. So, we dropped everything and sprinted out the door. Now, again, I’d like to say this process was easy. But that wouldn’t be true. We again went to four stores, one store twice (fyi- store count is now 13) and finally landed on a new sink that was not as pretty, but would fit… or so we thought.
While we measured the sink correctly, even taking the cabinets into consideration, we failed to notice we bought a sink that uses brackets to stabilize and not just glue, and the brackets take up room.
To make a long story short, I eventually snapped and used a hammer. The good news: we now have a kitchen sink.