This is a post all about a white elephant. Not the Christmas party kind and not the circus kind. It’s the kind in a room. A kitchen actually. And did I mention it wasn’t an elephant at all but a dishwasher?! No? Let me tell you all about it.
Our landlord so kindly installed a new dishwasher in this little house for us before we moved because we are first-world, spoiled peeps who can’t not have a machine that does the dirty work for us while we wrangle four kids post-dinner. *eyeroll*
So awesome, right? Right. So, now we’ve got one and we’re SO thankful because, as you probably know, it really does make life just a little easier. Well, I got a few comments on how great the dishwasher looks painted after the big kitchen reveal and those words were music to my ears because that’s what I wanted everyone to think. But, listen. I am not inconsiderate enough to think I should go and paint a dishwasher that isn’t technically mine. But I really hated how it stuck out of our pretty green cabinets like a rowdy toddler at Mass.
I sent the above picture to my sister right after I finished “tiling”.