ne weekend I sweated all the details about a lunar-landing range hood. I finally decided that my sculpture budget and appliance budget resided in different pockets—a separation that should continue. At best a range hood is still a fan.
No point replacing it with a pedestal sink when storage is so critical (and another notch on the sculpture vs. function debate that shit-canned the uber-over-range-hood) so I bought a nice little cabinet—the start of a Lowe’s romance, fueled by the offer of five-times miles on my credit card. I’m such a miles slut.