At least MY kitchen dreams---beginning with looking into the tiny windows of Karla Kay Fullilove’s dollhouse. It was every Sugar-Easter-Egg tableau, Dorothy’s Door, and every sweet and wee and candy-coloured wish of a Girly-Girl’s heart. Her APPLIANCES were PINK. And in my eight-year-old real world of white Amana this and that, and a common chunky white front-load Bendix right there in our kitchen, all shiny and new and maintained with the fervor of a keeper of the Crown Jewels, that dollhouse kitchen became my Dream of future Perfection.
My own small doll-dwelling was a bit stark by comparison, filled with sharp-cornered molded plastic this and that---swirly brown buffet and cabriole table in the dining room with spiky-legged little chairs, and a white boxy table in the kitchen, just like ours but without the wheels, for ours was rolled into a neat niche except for meal-times.
And though MY appliances were hollow and white and plain, I loved that little home with all my heart. The cabinet-sink, fridge and stove are all that remain, and live on the kitchen pass-through in a cake-stand cloche, in various levels of dishevelment and sloth, reflecting the real kitchen around them.
My ordinary little appliances, with a bread-wrapper rug, toys strewn about, the baby’s potty in evidence, and a sinkful of dishes:
When I rightfully should have had THESE:
With THOSE Mamie-pink playthings, I know I’d have had long curly hair, eyelashes out to THERE, a whole library of books shelved right there in my room, yearly trips to Rock City, and an autographed picture of me with Wink Martindale, just like the charmed life of Karla Kay.
Can you imagine working in this calming, Fairy Tale kitchen?
The oven with space-age timers:
Open, with shining promise and a cookbook.
Built-in countertop range---I could even learn to live with ELECTRIC burners.
A corner with an avant garde clock for timing the Seven-Minute and the Fudge:
The Fridge, all eye-level, spacious, no-bending Queen a Sheba:
We’re about to get new kitchen cabinets, so today I brought home a bunch of counter-top samples. One’s pink veined marble---that’s a start.
Linking to Beverly’s PINK SATURDAY