After three straight years of living in this house and me complaining about our ratty, shallow sink, we finally decided to replace it. We bought a shiny new enameled cast iron 9.5″ deep sink a couple of months ago, and then weekend after weekend there was a reason it couldn’t be put in. My parents were out of town, house guests were visiting, someone had the plague.
We are really good at excuses.
I took some before pictures hoping to capture the nasty that was this sink, but my point-and-shoot abilities didn’t really do it justice. I think we CAN agree on one thing, though:
Just very shallow, and very MEH, and very caked with Florida’s specialty: HARD WATER DEPOSITS. No amount of vinegar could get rid of it. And the sprayer never actually worked.
So we yoinked it out:
And Matt and my dad set about the task of redoing all the plumbing underneath to accommodate a much deeper sink.
Meanwhile, my mom and I kept the girls entertained:
And, fine. Maybe we kept ME entertained too:
I swear to you, Roo got that almost empty bottle of seltzer out of the fridge HERSELF.
They set in the sink and I about CRIED tears of joy at the simple beauty of it.
It was perfect! Everything was going to be OK! Finally, one project was going to go just as pla–
Suddenly there were HUSHED TONES coming from the kitchen. And no one wanted to look at me. Or answer my “WHAT? WHAT IS IT?” questions. (I totally wasn’t freaking out or ANYTHING, can’t imagine why they didn’t want to tell me what was up.)
The drain is set too high in the wall.
In other words, we need the water magically to flow along the arrow:
Which … HA!
WHY DO YOU HATE ME, HOUSE? WHYYY?
Not much to be done beyond hoping the dishwasher draining doesn’t back up into the sink. If it’s horrible, we can always (HOLD ME) cut into the wall and try to set the drain lower.
Meanwhile, if anyone knows any good ways to defy physics, I’m all ears.