An intervention took place this morning in aisle 5 of our local Lowe's hardware establishment. During this meeting of the minds, my lack of a designer girlie gene was put on display for all to see. Despite my humiliation and lighting-associated turmoil, the intervention put the belabored question of how to light the new kitchen finally to rest.
In short, there will be track lights. I have been promised that the track lights will not appear as if they belong in an office, or a prison, nor a prison office. It has also been promised that the lighting will be redone at no (financial) cost to me, should I be displeased with the outcome. Yeah-- I would totally get this in writing if I were me.
This article also made me feel much better.