So today I am inviting you into my kitchen. I always love a kitchen and I am quite fortunate to love my own even though I had no say in its design. It's not my dream kitchen by any means, but given that it's a kitchen I have to make do with, I really could have done worse. And I have managed to put my own mark on it quite successfully I think. I am not a minimalist when it comes to my home and that includes the kitchen. I like a bit of clutter, treasured items collected over the years, nothing too precious and some sort of country bistro meets bohemian vibe.
I inherited a basic kitchen redone perhaps several years ago in low end but generally non-offensive materials. Except for that floor, which as you know I do find mildly offensive or at the very least somewhat puzzling. I am not generally the type to go for the clean, streamlined white kitchen, though I do like painted cabinets. I should clarify here, I do like my kitchen clean but clean/neat freaks would probably find it too cluttered for their liking. The cabinets are a serviceable white melamine type, the countertop a sort of vaguely granite looking black, grey and brown mottled laminate. Appliances are very basic but I cannot complain really. No wait, I will complain that the fridge is full of cheap plastic and the cheese drawer is broken. However, I have a basic dishwasher that usually washes and a self cleaning range. The sink is a smallish basic double sink. Not what I'd choose but it holds water. The taps are a bit annoying but again, they function. I dislike those twisty knob type controls, a separate one for hot and cold. I would not have chosen a kitchen with such a black and white look so my first thought was that I needed to warm it up.
My idea of warming things up is to add brown stuff. I see you smirking again. I already owned two bamboo butcher block style moveable chopping board things. Yes, that is the technical term for them. In my old place I used them for art supplies. They fit quite nicely into this kitchen's layout. I love the look of open shelves in a kitchen and dream of thick reclaimed wood on metal brackets. What I've got instead if the kind of upper cupboards that don't reach the ceiling. I have happily filled them with decorative items I love and have collected over the years. I don't need to reach then, only to remember to dust up there once in awhile. Every ten years should do it, I think. I love those dust collectors so much that I now think I am glad I don't have open shelves displaying all my daily dishware and glasses. To have that as well as my collectibles would be too cluttered a look even for me. I also toned down the white by adding my chalkboard wall and by painting the panel of my pantry cupboard so I can write my grocery list there. And I added a real people live here look, by putting photos and drawing by my nephew on the fridge. More photos have gone up since I took these pictures.
To the right of the kettle, and looking so very small at this angle, are my three Pfaltzgraff cannisters. I love this particular Pfaltzgraff pattern called Folk Art and was pleased to scoop these up at the Sally Ann.
There is no way to make this photo exciting. The bits and bobs above the cupboards are pottery, baskets and coloured glassware for the most part. These ones above are my favourites, including a clay bean pot that had belonged to my grandmother, a tea tin which had been my great aunt's and a few items I've collected from thrift shops. My grandparents had a copper kettle, which my mum still has. I bought this one because of my childhood memory of my grandparents' kettle.
When I was a little girl, amongst all the home baked things my grandmother always had Peek Frean Playbox Cookies. The larger tin was among the last my grandmother had ever purchased and was not colourfast and one day when I wiped it down with a damp cloth to dust it, much of the colour came off. The smaller one I found in a thrift shop and is probably of more recent origin.
I have more pieces of pottery than I can display well, but I also love to collect pottery by local artists.
On the bottom shelf next to my colourfull tea pot is an old tea caddy which had belonged to my great grandmother. It's ceramic with a pattern that resembles needlepoint and the lid is metal.
Sophie would like to show you where her food is. Beside her is her beloved Panda, which she takes everywhere. Although I showed them to you along with the artsy end of my kitchen in a previous post, she would like to show off her rattan stool and her window sill for bird watching once again.
Sophie and I are delighted you dropped in. Please do feel free to browse my many stacks of books and borrow anything that appeals to you.