so close, yet so far…

so close, yet so far…

 

part of the reason this blog has sat vacant for awhile is because we spent february in thailand. the other part is i got lazy about documenting things, and i know people would rather look at pictures than read whatever i have to say about it, so, you know…

while in thailand, one of my favorite places we visited was the baan tawai handicraft village just outside of chiang mai in northern thailand. baan tawai is a village full of hand carved wood pieces, furniture, lamps, sculptures, spirit houses, paintings, you name it, they have it. we came across a little open air hardware store at the end of one of the rows of shops, and were so excited by all of the latches and hinges and knobs that were, of course, waaay cooler than anything in america (partially because one would really have to seek it out here, and partially because of the oh-so-friendly thai prices).

there are a couple of issues that have been bothersome to us since we finished the kitchen last year (thankfully only aesthetic issues!), but when so much time and money is poured into a project, you want to be in love with it. in love, in lust, infatuated, you want to put it in your pocket, you want to eat it, you want to do sweet things and naughty things and then you want to pile all your friends into it and just enjoy the hell out of it. our feelings aren’t this strong yet, but they are getting there. one thing we weren’t really nuts about was the hardware. we fell hard for hand cast rustic looking pulls, but didn’t go for them in the end, because when each piece is individually handmade, you pay for it. while we are all for that, we needed something like 30 pieces.

enter these nice little tarnished brass guys we shipped home…and then the hand meeting forehead moment when we realized that unlike the rest of the world, america doesn’t subscribe to the metric system, and our drilled holes in the cabinets are just a smidge off…a smidge! i’m not sure what’s going to happen, if there will be redrilling, some sort of rigging, or some silent weeping over in the corner. the wheels are turning, though, and we’ll soon be one step closer to that special kind of kitchen lust.