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Go west, middle-aged woman?

The good news? I am even more committed to in love with soapstone counters than I was yesterday. The bad? The closest soapstone distributor appears to be in Denver. Road trip or buy from photos on e-mail? That will be the question of the week. Nothing good comes easy, my friends. Except maybe pizza.


Suzy said…
It's a beautiful time of year to go to Denver, but I don't recommend soapstone. My mother installed it in a kitchen remodel, and it's been pretty hard to keep looking good. If you're committed, buy the pricier version.
BoomerGirl said…
Suzy, how long has your mom had it? And what pricier version are you referring to? We are aware of the maintenance required and, believe me, it's been a point of discussion. But, we're getting mixed messages about how long you have to keep oiling it. Some say a year, others say for the life of the product. I don't think I'll mind the oiling until I get, like, REALLY old. : ) Thanks!!
Suzy said…
Cathy, I'm a big fan of getting what you want, price and maintenance be damned. (My banker and husband aren't such big fans, but they're really narrow-minded.) If it's what you want, go for it!

Mom is one of those early adopters. :) She has had soapstone for about 10 years. She's in her 80s and cares for things almost obsessively; I don't think it's a matter of not putting in the work. But over those years, her countertop has developed not only some dings but several dull spots that don't ever go away. When my tile contractor was installing the granite on my bathroom vanity, I asked him about it. He said he he's taken out more than he's installed, but that the more expensive grades are much harder and more durable. He did some buffing and oiling and spiffed it up a little, but she's still not satisfied.

I'm feeling for you during your remodel, though. We just finished a bathroom, much delayed by the fact that the only glass contractor in town who does custom shower doors (thanks to our funky eaves) employs a man whose dad was NOT the sheriff candidate I endorsed in the primary that fell right in the middle of our remodel, and he employs another man I once fired for sexual harassment. Fun times. It's done, though, and I now have a single House Beautiful room in my House Real home.
BoomerGirl said…
First off, your town sounds smaller than mine, if that's possible. Politics and remodeling not mixing? Wow.

Looks like we are going to Denver to look at soapstone in two places and at different price points. I abide by the same mantra and I do love the stuff. It's more about the "feel" of it and that it's actually sound-absorbing vs. sound-reflecting. I don't want a "clangy" kitchen, as I get twitchy when my environment has too much clatter. (Neurotic.)

In better days, we used to have huge holiday parties and I once heard a guest remark, "I just love their house. Nothing about it looks done." I took it as a compliment - assuming she meant "done" by a decorator - but there is a funky theme throughout here and soapstone fits right in, nicks and all.

Thanks again for your help!

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