And that's really all. The funny part about finally having a real kitchen, organized according to work flow and a plan, complete with skull lights and my recipe bulletin board, mini lights and a lava light, and the chickens - - I don't want to paint it.
It *feels* like my kitchen, and it's been a while since that's happened - - I've been through a divorce, and horrific rebound relationship following that, and a very, very stressful year with Didge involving pretty serious, protracted illnesses for us both, his grandfather's death, a cancer scare with my mom, his dad's heart attack, and Didge being out of work for several months. While I don't really like to go into those sorts of things in the blog, I think you might need to know all of that to understand how profoundly cool it is to have *my* kitchen back in place. The kitchen is my haven, and finally having it together again? Not rockin' the boat.
Not for now, anyway.
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