Kitchen Confidential #7

I’m rapidly approaching the one-year mark in my no-longer-can-be-called-new apartment, which is a shock to the system and also a surprise that I’m still piecing together the kitchen. Planning the space was my favorite distraction last summer (this summer it’s guys and semi-successfully getting their attention). Even before the co-op was 100% a done deal I already had my wallpaper, shades and finishes of paint, backsplash tile, countertops, and of course the range, picked out.

It was BlueStar or bust. 

ge range

Not so in September 2015 where #goodenough or #goodenoughfornow (I can’t decide which is less bleak) is the prevailing sentiment. In my above mentioned first Kitchen Confidential post, I made fun of GE’s slate color because it was pathetically un-radical. I now own a GE range in slate.

This is part of a perverse ingrained reaction I have when I know I’m not able to get what I want. Instead, I go for ugly. In grade school not having Nikes was a super-shame, especially in early ‘80s Oregon. If I was going to have to settle for Kmart brand Trax, I wasn’t wearing the more appealing blue-and-white striped shoes. It was two-toned poop brown or nothing.

I was vehemently against freestanding ranges, but my disaster with a 30″ slide-in Bosch that wouldn’t fit into my 30″ space was demoralizing. (The only freestanding exception is Bertazzoni, my planned purchase–just the master series, not professional–up until two weeks ago when I learned my monthly expenses would be going up $663 per month for at least the next year.) A design blog-worthy range isn’t in the cards? Should I just go nuts with bisque, biscuit, or almond? Ok, no, I drew the line.

ge slate range


This isn’t ugly; it’s just unobtrusive. This range fits into my guiding force to have no white whatsoever in my kitchen and limit stainless steel as much as possible. If I can’t have a showpiece, lying low is my plan B.

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