The derecho earlier this summer has left N quite anxious about any breeze or sign of weather or possibility of sign of weather, and our dog has been affected similarly.
When thunder rumbles, she cowers and even worms her way inside if we open the door, despite our stern admonitions to stay outside. When she came in a couple days ago, I put down a sheet for her to rest on, and the girls quickly outfitted her like the Buddhist monk she’s always been meant to be:
Last night we had a picnic on the kitchen floor, since everything was in disarray in anticipation of the kitchen move that was slated for after the girls went to bed.
M and I worked until about one o’clock this morning to get things in pretty good shape. Not quite everything’s done, like trim and such, but at last we’re using our new kitchen. Here’s a silent tour:
4 Comments
sk
Ah, marvelous.
(Anybody, do we remember teeny brother's former kitchen? http://goodbadi.blogspot.com/search/label/house)
Queenie
It looks fantastic! And I'm not talking about the dog's robe. . .
Anonymous
Lovely!
(That white kitchen with the wood counter tops and the canned foods a-sitting reminds me of someone else's!)
Q.
Second Sister
You know I'd been able to see the first part of this and not the entire thing due to the ubiquitous poor network here. I recently told M I'd never seen the final thing. She seemed shocked so I paged back through your blog and found this again and lucky me! I was able to see the whole thing this time and it looks so amazing. I can really appreciate the joy of finally having a kitchen it feels good to cook in and almost every minute you savor the feeling of finishing all the work it took to get there… congrats.