If you haven't (noticed) then I'm sure you had good reasons such as watching Wentworth on Netflix or training your poodle to tap dance.
I have a good reason for it. No, it's not laziness, although that's a good guess! Ha ha!
I had a bit of an accident and now my leg is in a cast. I can't walk much, let alone stand at the stove. Cooking is now left in the hands of the junior staff (hubby and son), and consists of all things "pre-cooked" and "frozen".
I do have some old recipes that I may post when my pain meds allow. I'm having a frightful time with these mind altering, mood swing-a-ling-ing narcotics.
WOO!
Seriously.
I am not myself these days.
Some would say that's a good thing, but they would be wrong (and also a titch rude).
So, yeah....that's why I've been "off blog" as they say. Or do they? I think I'm just making that up.
Not that I imagine anyone is actually following me or cares, but it's nice to pretend, isn't it?
It's nice to ramble on like a professional rambler, with no one to say, "Oh, do shut up."
Hee hee.
So, because I can't cook, I am going to amuse myself with kitchen decor.
Hopefully, I haven't posted these snaps before. If so, let me know. You can write to me care of: Buckingham Palace. Ha ha! See? That's the medication talking (writing).
But seriously, who cares if I've posted before? It's not like I can ever find my old blog posts. It takes forever trying to weed through them all. I wish there was a more efficient way of blogging here but there isn't because it's free.
Okay. Enough kvetching. On we go, my chums....
My first dream kitchen:
Sort of.
What I am not sure of is that if I were to use those counters around the seating area for prep work, would I not at some point spill food (tomato juice, meat fat, boiling liquid) off the counter and onto the cushions and seats? Or worse: into someone's lap?
Knowing me, that is precisely what I would do.
Kitchen designers need to keep that in mind when creating these innocent looking dream spaces. That klutzy people like me exist.
On the other hand, the counter space would be perfect for a buffet style meal... everything right at your finger tips. You wouldn't need to stand to reach bottle of wine, for instance.
I don't know about you but the more I know I "can't" have something (in my case, let's call it "wine"), the more I crave it.
Stupid brain.
Stupid broken leg.
But anyhoo....
While I do like to have a gaggle of girlfriends around while I'm preparing dinner, I'm not sure I would want more formal guests (people such as your boss and his wife) watching my every move and mistake. Do I want the boss's wife to see that I need a drink to calm my nerves or that I reuse meat that falls onto the floor? No, I do not.
Okay, you can wipe away your look of horror. We all do it. Those who say they don't are just liars.
Also, cat hair hasn't killed anyone yet.
Ha ha!
Lighten up, will you?
Jeeeez...
I love the rustic "enchanted forest" feeling of the counter top, but not sold on whether it goes with the back splash brick tile. I feel like the designer got lazy and didn't want to make any effort beyond the counter and the floor tiles. That kind of attitude makes me want to take him (or her) and give their ear a flick. Is that violent? I mean, it wouldn't be a hard flick. Nothing would be broken. I just want a firm message sent to them, is all.
Two things I like (aside from winning lottery tickets, which I never do):
1) Islands (preferably in the Caribbean)
2) White, bright, light, clean spaces.
Although if I had this kitchen, it wouldn't stay clean for long.
It had to be said.
Okay, I know I said I liked white kitchens, but (at the risk of sounding like Eve, in "The Three Faces of Eve"), I also love colourful cabinets.
Like these.
Something about them screams "soothing", which is likely why all mental health wards back in the day were painted this colour. ;)
There is nothing I don't like about this kitchen except the fact that it is not mine.
This is something one sees mostly in Europe and as a practicing European, I like it.
I love the benches. It's very Tyrolean Alps-ish and cozy. I would make my own colourful cushions...cushions that my buttocks would feel friendly towards.
Since my accident, I have lost all of my buttock fat (can you imagine? It's all moved around to the stomach area!) which makes long sits painful.
So, the only way I could sit in this very kitchen is to use both of those blue chair cushions and then what would everyone else do?
Exactly!
I don't care, is the correct answer.
This is my kitchen. It is a work in progress.
Several years ago, the hubby (at my command) removed a whole bunch of cabinets with the giddy anticipation that we would actually renovate the room.
Due to unfortunate life circumstances--money shortage, laziness, procrastination-- we have done the square root of zero since.
If he (hubby) could just paint those hideous brown cabinets white, I would be a far happier person but clearly, he prefers the grumpy me.
I'm starting to feel woozy.
It's time for me to ring a bell for my nurse.
Ha ha!
As if...
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