I have a dream (kitchen).

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Everyone fantasizes about the future. I sure do. I believe that visualizing the future helps us figure out what we want and keep focused on the paths to achieving our dreams. Some of those dreams are personal, familial, spiritual, even. Some are financial, especially for those of us toeing the poverty line. One of my dreams is to have a fabulous kitchen.

Shallow, sure. But, well, who doesn't want a fabulous kitchen? But I also dream of attaining that kitchen beautifully and affordably, without anything generic or dateable.

I dream of white lower cabinets, fabulous countertops in a combination of carerra marble (my splurge) and thick butcher block, which I will chop on unashamedly, beleiving that knife marks = character. My dream kitchen has a huge island, a great pantry, and meticulously efficient drawers and cupboards. It doesn't have to be huge, but I'd like the island to house a stool or two at which I can sit with my books and coffee in the mornings.

It has great appliances, but they aren't stainless steel, because I firmly beleive that this is the avocado-green of the future. I cook with gas if possible, but a ceramic cooktop is also acceptable.

there are no upper cabinets, but open shelving is welcome for displaying collections of lovely ceramics and useful tools (in my dream kitchen, dust is not an issue).

floors are wooden. no contest. Limed, if possible, would be perfect. oh, and laid in a herringbone parquet pattern, please.

Backsplashes are important. I like back-painted glass, or black pennyrounds. The walls are white (probably) and there is a skylight or other source of incredible natural light (definitely).

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Do you care for a cup of coffee in my fabulous eventual kitchen?

curly-cues

I was a cute kid.

Here, I have proof.

This and other family photos found tonight while scanning some items to load onto a digi-frame for my mum's Christmas present. Look at those curls!! I still have them, but I can't beleive that with that mop I spent so much of my childhood hating my hair.

ps. mexico was fabulous, I wasn't ready to come home.

Getting Ready.

Tomorrow, Kyle and I are leaving for Mexico.

you can take a moment to be jealous, it's okay.

I have never been to mexico, or anywhere hot for that matter. In fact, this is going to be our first real trip away from the pacific northwest, both as a couple and individually.

Anyway, today is going to be a busy day full of getting ready, packing, making arrangements exchanging money, etc.... and for some reason, I'm still here, in my pajamas, at nearly 1pm.
excellent.

I will be taking lots of photos!

Teux-Deux

In case any of you are as forgetful as I am, swissmiss just released a lovely web-app which features a simple, functional, and stylish to-do list where you can cross things off, drag and drop items to different days, and even place things in a 'someday' category. I just made it my homepage.

love it. find it here.

other peoples' children

hickens, I am going to admit something strange to you today.

I love babies.

Okay, lots of people love babies, I suppose it isn't that strange.

But I tell you, I am obsessed. It is only by the sheer force of my will that I do not already have a brood of babies running around, being ridiculously cute. For Kyle and me, the right time just hasn't come. Money and age and general growing-upness and the like mean that we have decided not to make any babies in the too-near future.


But oh, my. If we didn't have friends with wonderful, sweet, adorable children, I would have baby-trapped that man ages ago.