Some years ago, on a cooking blog that no longer exists, I used to follow a young wife and mother who shared her wonderful creations. Once, she wrote a post in which she gave a tour of her lovely kitchen, complete with photos. It was then that she made the startling announcement that, with the exception of two counter top appliances, she hated the whole room. Everything in it. In fact, she hated her entire house.
The kitchen was brand new. The whole house was new. How could this happen?
She elaborated on everything she felt was wrong with her kitchen, but no matter how hard she made her case, I just couldn't see it. After all, I didn't even have a kitchen. We had just torn out our kitchen right down to the dirt crawlspace. Here is what it looked like:
|Yes, that's The Mister, our dog, and a room with no floor.|
Don't worry, we had a temporary kitchen set up in another room of our home. It was a necessary inconvenience.
Anyway, you can just imagine what ran through my mind as I read the words of this ranting ungrateful queen in her castle who hated her new cabinets and new counters in her spacious kitchen in her brand new home. Also, why was she wasting time complaining about this? The rest of the time she was busy showing off delicious meals and baked good concocted in this inadequate kitchen. So, why THIS?
You probably think I'm going to call her spoiled, and a host of other titles of discontent. I probably did call her many things, in my head, many moons ago. But here is what I'm really here to say: I can out do her. Or at least, there was time, when I could have blown her out of the water in a contest where having it all was not enough. That was back before I had to build a kitchen from scratch. Back when I was young and felt the same. Far before I realized that everything I have has been given to me and it is a gift. Everything.
Now we've built a lovely kitchen filled with things I have collected and love. I'll share some of those things with you in this post.
|I saw this wreath on Etsy for $40. I made it for less than $20.|
|We found that 29 cent box of canning lids in a barn at my in-law's.|
|My enamelware collection and Grandma's old kettle.|
Sometimes it is a refuge, my happy place to knead and sigh and hastily type out a note to a friend.
|I'm not kidding when I say it's a refuge.|
She is We.