Where the Magic Happens
There is a room in our home that captures all the good times, the bad times, ugly times and downright raunchy times! The magic happens there. It’s Grand Central of our home. Whether it be friends or just The Husband and I, the room is always filled with laughter, life and passion.
This weekend was incredible and I have about a million and one things to share with you, but I’d rather share my most intimate place with you first… pull up a chair and grab a cold one. Welcome to my kitchen!
Our kitchen is literally a quarter of the size of our bedroom. I don’t know how it happened, but I still love it!
Love this sign! The little dots you see are typewriter stickers I added which say, “and I cook really good!”
The view from the dining room side. Also, I know it’s going to happen: so let me answer before it’s asked: Yes. My rugs are pink. No. It doesn’t bother The Husband. He’s secure in his manhood. He does, however have a little Air Force porn on the fridge. What kitchen would be complete without Air Force porn?
Quite possibly my favorite vintage-ish sign in the kitchen. The Husband gave this to me for Christmas a few years ago. The New Yorker is definitely not a Cowboy though…
On top are my potato bin and onion bucket. The Woodpecker Husband built this little cabinet for me from a couple wine crates I had cluttering up his garage. Oh… and that’s little Radar’s water dish. To be fully initiated in the house requires you kick her water bowl over. No, I didn’t drink all of that VEO wine either. Barefoot or Yellow Tail are my wines of choice. I just “acquired” the cases somehow.
I think this is the sign that started the whole vintage-ish problem love. This is a gift from a former boss. I used to bake him pies all the time after his wife suddenly passed away. I hated going to his house empty handed so I baked!
This is my baking cart. The top opens up to a marble slab good for pie crusts, etc. Inside the cart are all of my herbs/spices. Someday I’ll show you my cute little anal-retentive spice tins with pink ruffled labels. Sorry about the lighting here… I’ll tell Mother Nature to co-operate and be gloomy next time! By the way… I’ve asked The Husband for this so many times I’m blue in the face! There’s really no one out there that needs it quite like I do. I should just order it for myself.
My sister-in-law and I both saw this on a shopping trip and each of us bought it. We both have them proudly displayed in our kitchens. Ironic enough, the “Airline Lounge” is above the back door leading to the pool.
The view from the back door (aka: Airline Lounge).
The sanity in the middle of the storm. Magnet form Hickham Air Force Base, Hawaii.
Another view from the dining room area…
My favorite cartoon. The story of my life is depicted in 8 small boxes (I don’t have a dog)!
From the window looking into the bottom floor of the house. Dining room on the left, living room straight ahead.
Another of my favorite little vintage-ish signs from The Husband (my own little Dough-boy… you know, except for the lack of belly because of that chisled military body).
Hope you’ve enjoyed the tour of the little kitchen!