Lynne Guinne
Veteran
My kitchen is rarely tidy. I keep it clean, but that is an entirely different animal than "tidy". However, I am very proud of the way I left it when we took off on vacation. Lest it immediately becomes disheveled when I enter the door upon our return, I decided to take a number of pictures just before we took off. From the wall that our refrigerator is on, to the wall our breakfront hutch is on, the full length of our kitchen (work and eating areas) is about 26 feet. The width of the room is roughly 11 feet. Some photos of the work side:
Everywhere I look, I'm reminded of family. The red table in the foreground was my Aunt and Uncle's, handed down when we moved into our first house in case we needed "just one more". The apple bowl on top the cupboards has a smaller companion. They were my Mom-in-law's; my SIL didn't want them. The old bowl on top of the refrigerator holds many of my Mom's (and Grandma's) hand tools, some of which I still use.
The three-drawer dresser at the extreme left end of the run of counter and cabinets was my Great Aunt's. It was from her first (and only) bedroom suite, so it's probably closing in on 90 years old. Hubby reinforced the drawer bottoms, improved the rail that the drawers slides on, and I used lemon furniture oil on the exterior because I couldn't decide how I wanted to paint it - but I wanted to be able to use it sooner rather than later! It holds most of my hand kitchen tools like spoons, spatulas, whisks, etc. The bottom drawer is mostly metal baking pans and cooling racks. I have a lot ofjunk stuff.
Finally, the shelving unit hubby build when we were in our second apartment. He used all hand tools and did most of the messy work out on our balcony. Since our side of the building faced the woods, he simply swept the sawdust off into the trees. I used to have pitchers and baskets full of my hand tools here, but was able to hide them all in the old dresser. Now it holds many of my appliances. The mixer on the bottom-right shelf was my Mom's. It's the reason my banana nut bread turns out just like hers did. The bread box was on my parents' kitchen counter. As I said earlier, memories everywhere.
I'll post photos of the dining side later. We're about to head out the door to retrieve our son and find something interesting to do!
Everywhere I look, I'm reminded of family. The red table in the foreground was my Aunt and Uncle's, handed down when we moved into our first house in case we needed "just one more". The apple bowl on top the cupboards has a smaller companion. They were my Mom-in-law's; my SIL didn't want them. The old bowl on top of the refrigerator holds many of my Mom's (and Grandma's) hand tools, some of which I still use.
The three-drawer dresser at the extreme left end of the run of counter and cabinets was my Great Aunt's. It was from her first (and only) bedroom suite, so it's probably closing in on 90 years old. Hubby reinforced the drawer bottoms, improved the rail that the drawers slides on, and I used lemon furniture oil on the exterior because I couldn't decide how I wanted to paint it - but I wanted to be able to use it sooner rather than later! It holds most of my hand kitchen tools like spoons, spatulas, whisks, etc. The bottom drawer is mostly metal baking pans and cooling racks. I have a lot of
Finally, the shelving unit hubby build when we were in our second apartment. He used all hand tools and did most of the messy work out on our balcony. Since our side of the building faced the woods, he simply swept the sawdust off into the trees. I used to have pitchers and baskets full of my hand tools here, but was able to hide them all in the old dresser. Now it holds many of my appliances. The mixer on the bottom-right shelf was my Mom's. It's the reason my banana nut bread turns out just like hers did. The bread box was on my parents' kitchen counter. As I said earlier, memories everywhere.
I'll post photos of the dining side later. We're about to head out the door to retrieve our son and find something interesting to do!