You see, after 6 months of washing dishes outside with a bucket of suds and the garden hose or washing them in the bathroom sink and rinising them in the bathtub, I would have settled for a 1950s model dishwasher. And watching how far Kade's 6ft giraffesque frame had to bend to wash anything over the sink, I think he would have too.
Luckily, we don't have a current need for the 1950 deluxe "Dishmobile" cause we've got a new Frigidaire of our own!! Now we can no longer say we have everything but the kitchen sink...because we have one of those too. Hopefully our remaining traces of dishpan hands are a thing of the past.
She's super shiny and she runs pretty quiet--much quieter than Harley purrs
She fits flush and incognito with the cabinets--her magical washing controls hidden perfectly at the top.
Don't let the red tape fool you-our sink is resting on Kade's homemade plywood countertop, soon to be a solid surface of some sort
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