For those of you who took yesterday’s post to mean we’re all catch-as-catch-can with the kitchen for Thanksgiving and a week of Grands for a visit---be not dismayed. The kitchen is its shining self, with everything back in place on the walls, cabinets re-filled, canisters and utensils in their new homes, and good scents emanating from that direction this minute. It's just that we took DOWN some of them a month ago for some work, then gave up and put them back up because five of the chillun will be here tonight, to spend the week.
The only thing was a late-discovered electrical thing which precludes running washer and dryer at the same time as any other appliance or plug on that one breaker. So the thing to do was take down one new cabinet and the huge microwave shelf, so as to get at the breaker box. The dear guys came and removed those way back in October so the electrician could come at any time, and the contents have been strewn across both breakfast and dining tables, with the two cabinets scrumped beneath the big table. No big thing in the scheme of, but disheartening to think I was going to get it all done Halloween, then the NEXT Saturday for sure, and then by this Monday, we just decided to heck with it, had the men come replace cabinets, and told the electrician NEVER MIND til after Christmas. Not in capitals, but by then, I was quite of a mind to shout.
So we’re perking along. Top picture is the completed kitchen.
The corner with the big old homemade shelf, with Mammaw's big Homer Laughlins on top:
I love the ombre line of sugars, most with vanilla beans inside:
The gaudy group of utensils, in an old crocky pitcher and a modern stand.
READY FOR ANYTHING:
And if I had the picture I just took of Chris, out valiantly scraping the inches of snow off the windows after we got caught in a white, downy blizzard of what looked like enormous cornflakes, wet and clumpy, when we came out of the grocery store, I'd be posting that one, too. It brights me most of all.