Kitchen in Transition
The truth is… I haven’t quite been able to get my act together since my move.
I’ve been trying to distract you with posts about my box grater. I’ve been trying to distract you with candy giveaways…. but that’s all starting to feel a little silly.
The fact of the matter is, my KitchenAid is still unplugged and my new oven needs a good scrubbing… and, I just ate a giant slice of store bought coconut cream pie.
Want to take a peek into my new space? Suuuure you do… come on in!
My walls went from a super intense turquoise to a lovely shade of light blue/grey. I also painted my concrete floors navy. No the edges aren’t perfect. Nope. That’s ok with me. Daniel… you gave me edges with character. I like you and I thank you.
I painted my door navy too. It’s now the sexiest door I’ve ever seen.
I like big pillows. I like a lot of big pillows.
The ceilings in my loft are metal. There are all sorts of metal beams and bars. Perfect to offset my sparkly blue glass chandelier. I feel pretty.
I had a ridiculous amount of cookbooks to unpack.
My tiny couch is blue. My little rug is lime green… and yes, that’s a frog pillow. That’s a frog pillow that I latch hooked a few years back. I didn’t have many friends. I was single. I didn’t have a blog. I latch hooked myself a pillow. Don’t judge me.
Asher was the shining star who helped me carry big, annoying things like mattresses and dressers all around… up and down. I paid him in pearls. Cheap, fake pearls. God bless him.
Thanks for being patient while I settle in. I’ll be back with sweets real soon.
I want caramel corn. So… that’ll happen real quick like.