I am lucky in this respect, because when we built our house last year, I had the opportunity to design the kitchen to suit me. This was something I had been dreaming of over the past few years. The house we knocked down was an old holiday house - as you can imagine, the kitchen was not designed for a growing family of five. But I do miss that pokey little kitchen sometimes - there were a lot of laughs had in it, and memories made. We still laugh about the open shelving that sat over the rubbish bin that hubby hit his head on every single time! And I can still see my chubby little toddler take her first steps from one side of the kitchen to the other (which was perfect for a new walker, as there was literally a metre and a half in between! )
But these days I count my blessings every morning when I walk into my new, sparkly kitchen. The things that make me smile the most though, are not the flash new oven, or drawers that slide easily closed with one push ( though I do love them! ). No, it's the love that is in every corner.
This beautiful antique blue jug was given to me by my father one Christmas. It is the inspiration for the interior of the whole house. As
with any knick knack in my house, it must serve a purpose - so for today it is the holder of very important utensils.
My windowsill makes me feel warm and fuzzy more than once every day. It holds those precious gifts my children bring me back from a play in the garden, or walking the dog. More often than not, the flowers are a token gesture from my 12 year old, as it's easier to give Mum a flower with your head bowed than say "sorry" when you're 12, right?
And this final photo, is the chaos of a family of 5. It makes me happy every day, to know that this house is a home, because of the chaos of my brood.
I think my kitchen and I are ready...!
