She found the countertops. They were installed today. I drool every time I get near them. Here’s hoping I will get over this condition before the kitchen is finished and/or I invite any of you over to see it. Drooling by yourself is one thing. Drooling in front of others? Well, that requires a bib. And no shame.
Do they make you drool?
So, back to why my mother deserves the credit for the countertops…
My parents came to Atlanta/Decatur (this is before we had moved into the Decatur Project) back in May to visit. We were under contract to buy the house, so we did what any normal family would do. We sent the boys to buy meat to grill and to drink beer and watch sports and Mom and I went to fabric stores, to look at paint swatches, and as a last-minute addition to our list, to look at granite.
You see, I had found a quartz countertop that I liked a great deal. It seemed low-maintenance, was the pretty gray-green color I wanted, and was within budget. But on a lark, I called Atlanta Intown Granite the day before the my parents arrived just to see if they carried what I had already found. After telling Al (who eventually made our countertop happen – big ups, Al!) that I didn’t want granite because I didn’t want to spend the rest of my life sealing it, he talked me into coming in to see what they had in person. Off Mom and I went.
We both really liked what I had already picked, so we agreed in the car that the goal of our visit with Al was to find something we liked twice as well for half the money. Unachievable, right? Wrong. Anything is possible with Merdo riding shotgun.
We checked out their quartz/silestone/corian/blahblahblah and it was a bust. One of the salespeople suggested we go out to the warehouse to see a couple of granite slabs that sounded like the colorway we wanted. We checked those out and gave them two enthusiastic thumbs down. As we turned to head out of the warehouse, my mom pointed at the backside of a large slab that we had walked right by earlier and said, “What a shame that is the underside of that slab. It is exactly what you want.”
I stopped. The salespeople stopped. We all stared.
Then Al said, “Actually, that underside is honed granite. You could totally use that. It is pretty, isn’t it?”
Friends, my mother – Merdo the Great – had found something I liked twice as well for half the money. Literally.
The slab was Kashmir Gold polished granite. Not my fave. Clearly not a lot of people’s fave, as it was on super clearance. The other side was honed and very similar to Kashmir White – a granite I love, but could not afford (costs twice our budget!). I couldn’t imagine anything more perfect for the kitchen of my dreams.
Al hooked a sister up and sold us the slab for the clearance price (even though people pay way more extra to have a slab honed), threw in a half-price sink, and guaranteed a 22-year sealer that means by the time we have to re-seal the countertops, we’ll have children who can do it.
You can’t beat that. At. All.
Thanks to Al and the whole crew (templaters and the fastest working installers EVER) at Atlanta Intown Granite. I highly recommend them if you have the need.
Al also informed me last week that they have now sold most all of the Kashmir Gold slabs – by selling them as the honed underside. I think we should get a cut off of that.
And, of course, thanks mom. I would have ugly countertops and bad paint colors if not for you.