Robert at Thoughts of a Father is trying his hand at a photo meme. He has named it Show Me and each day he will ask us to "show him" a specific place or thing. Today is Day2 and the theme is "your kitchen".
EEEEEEEEEK. My kitchen is not so much my favorite room in the house. At my best in the days when I could walk better and could stand for more than 20 seconds, I wasn't a particularly good housekeeper. Now I just suck at it. And I'm a clutterer. My kitchen is no exception. This is not aided by the fact that the people who lived here before were apparently giants. I am quite short. Besides being ugly, the kitchen cabinets are pretty much out of my reach, so I've got one of those rubber maid rolling cart things and then lots of stuff just sits on the counters... the dirty messy counters, And right now there's a huge box with my new pots and pans in it, still unpacked. But someone dared me to post "as is," and I got an email from some spiritual guru or other saying to own my faults, so.... here's the hideously messy kitchen.
Ok... a tour... Above... hideous white cabinets that are too high for me to use. If I had a little money, they would be painted another color. If I had a lot of mone, they'd be gone... The yellow thing hanging in the center of the picture is a ribbon that lets me reach the string for the ceiling fan and light. The picture over on the left is a mandala I made the night my father died. I kind of knew he had died but was waiting for confirmation. The crock pot was a gift from a friend of mine who was trying to improve my cooking habits. Didn't work. You can see even from this distance that the stove needs some cleaning. Sigh. I love that wolf picture. I'll go see if I can get a close-up. I got that when I was still living in NYC and still going out of the house. Went to a Native American crafts show. The clock belonged to my parents. It's an hour an 5 minutes slow but soon it will only be 5 minutes off again. If you look carefully, you can see Angel climbing onto the box with the new pots and pans. She is heading up to the counter where she will attempt to wreak havoc in one form or another, either by pushing things off or finding some little thing that she can carry around and convert from it's given purpose into a cat toy.
To the left of the stove is a door that leads to the laundry room/storage area. When I first moved in, my friend Kim and her daughter came and spent a day with me. Among the fun things we did was to decorate this door. They did most of the work. I cut out some of the hearts, I think. When I look at it, I always think of them and that lovely day.
My refrigerator door. You can see that even that isn't neat. And this isn't a very good picture, either. Shame is not good for creativity. Pictures on the door are my nephew who is a chef, my niece Diana with the dogs and the bluebells, my niece Cindy and her two kids and a picture I took of my great niece when I lived in AZ. She's seven - well almost 8 - now and apparently has started talking to boys on the telephone. Oh, dear.
My favorite part of my kitchen, though, is the view out the back door. It's been painfully quiet and critter free out there since the big tree cutting, but I'm hoping that the birds will come back in the Spring or that winter will offer some good views over the top of the snow mountain that forms when the snow slides off my metal roof.
I guess I'm going to skip The Alphabet Backwards today and go hide in a corner for the rest of the afternoon.