The old kitchen

That was it. The whole thing. This was what I was using to feed a family of six three meals a day, make homemade playdo and do Costello Chemistry (I mean, homeschool science projects). If the kitchen is the heart of the home,we were in sore need of cardiac rehab.

Here is what we have been blessed with after the blood, sweat and tears – and that, I can say in good conscience.

This is exact same shot as the ‘before’ above.

It has form and function! There is plenty of food and gadget storage and cooking and cleaning have never been so efficient. It is comfortable, bright and makes it so easy to all be together in the space, which is so important in a little house. Ethan loves to color at the breakfast bar while Dennis is watching sports, while the baby builds blocks on the floor, while I, you know, cook & clean stuff.

May this kitchen always have footprints on the floor, because it means I have healthy kids running around on it, may there always be a sink full of dishes, because it means we have meals to share, may there always be handprints on the glass door, and smudges on the counters, and crumbs under the chairs – because it means we are using this space in the way that it was meant to be used – not pretending it’s page in a magazine.