oh. my. god. why is it that when they invented mothers, they created them with a built-in aggravation factor? i posted a while back that i was refinishing some old stainless steel cabinets for my mom. she's renting out her apartment, and i was going for a cool, 1940's retro-kitchen look, since that's essentially what was in the kitchen, and it's a cool look that appeals to a lot of people. i scraped, sanded, stripped and suffered till i was near my end. i threw hammers across the kitchen coz i was so ticked-off at how difficult the job of stripping old metal cabinets was. but i made it to near the end last week. got most of the paint off and was working on buffing and siliconing the steel to give it a nice clean finish, when my mother paid a surprise visit to new york AND HAD THE DAMN CABINETS TAKEN DOWN AND REPLACED WITH BRAND NEW WHITE ONES FROM HOME DEPOT!!! i almost had a heart attack when i walked into the apartment. the noive of her! every week, i'd give her an update on how the cabinets were coming along, then all of a sudden she does a presto chango on me. i gotta admit, it was a partial relief to be spared the aggravation of the rest of the project, but i got really ticked off. all that work only to see those things torn down and dumped! grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. no more volunteering to help with repairs ever again!!