So, we changed out our kitchen sink. There was nothing wrong with the original stainless sink. It looked fine. It was functional. BUT. I grew up on farm with a white porcelain sink. My mom and I washed countless dishes and cleaned innumerable vegetables in that sink. We shared gossip and secrets and knowledge over that sink. A white porcelain sink still brings back memories of summer mornings with the window open, yellow checked curtains blowing in the breeze, and the smell of alfalfa blooming filling the kitchen. This is at least the third white Kohler I have installed in a house. Sometimes we don't change things because of how they look. Sometimes we change them because of how we feel.


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