Because he fucking rules. I swear to god, I don't know what I would do if I didn't have a handy husband. Seriously.
Here's the moulding he made for around the doors, windows, and entry ways in the kitchen. And I mean he literally made parts of it. From plain ol' flat pieces of unpainted wood. He rules. We were trying to match the trim around the tops of the cabinets. He did a damn good job if you ask me (which you didn't, but that's never stopped me from sharing my opinion before).
(Please ignore the condition of the playroom in the background. It was a long day of trying to keep the girls out of there while Steve installed it and then I painted it. I swear it doesn't normally look that bad.)
(In this picture, please ignore the lightbulbs and wires. Obviously there will be lights there once we pick some. LOL! And the door will either be replaced or painted. That prison gray just isn't cutting it anymore. LOL!)