This is the pure, unadulterated and unstaged kitchen photo I took about a month ago. Doesn’t that ugly dishwasher (which as I’ve said many times, I do not use) stand out like a sore thumb? Indeed it does.
So it’s getting changed. Somehow. Don’t ask me how yet because I’m not sure. I decorate as I go.
I have never had a kitchen that I just could not get a “vision” of, so to speak.
Then came the behemoth washing/drying machine, which does not at all help things aesthetically. But folks, I gotta wash my clothes. And it has to be here to be close to the sink where it is hooked up to the faucet when in use.
Moving right along. This is the kitchen this morning. Yes, it is gray and rainy and there isn’t much natural light. Don’t know if you can tell, but the walls and cabinets have been painted white. (Doesn’t really look white, does it?) But I assure you it is.
And now we have the white walls with the very ugly dishwasher that I could certainly do without. And this beige stove. There’s nothing wrong with this stove except the color. It drives me crazy.
I’m thinking of having them take it out. I’ve only used it twice. Oh yeah, and I blew up eggs on the front burner one day. So guess that’s three times.
I don’t cook much. At all. I have a panini maker I’ve had for ages. And I’m wondering if a crock pot or toaster oven could take the place of this. I’m not even sure I would use those.
It’s not that I eat out much. I just eat things like hummus and crackers and fruit and veggies. If I need to heat something, I use the microwave (which heavens yes has to be moved somewhere else.)
Now a lot of people would think I’m nuts. But then a lot of people already think I’m nuts. Could you do without a stove, do you think? Most of you will say no.
You either have families to cook for, or a spouse or someone. I have none of those things. I did, and I’ve been there, and I now I am here.
And one reason I won’t cook meat is because the pupsters have very delicate tummies and have to eat prescription food. I would feel awful cooking up some good-smelling meat that they cannot have even a morsel of.
So what to do? What to do?
(Oh, and I may or may not have painted the ugly refrigerator with rust stains with wall paint.)
If it wasn’t sitting here where it does not belong or remotely look like it belongs, it could possibly go where the stove goes.
You know I will not be able to handle the disparity in colors. Not that I want everything to match. But in a kitchen, when something is beige, or as for the dishwasher, more than beige, it just makes it look dirty.
I cannot handle dirty.
The saga continues…
I will be back later this afternoon for Tweak It. And no telling what I will have done by then.