Things are happening so quickly! The giant week (which is so giant that it actually encompasses 9 days) kicks off Friday when I see Van the Man receive his Freedom of the City. Two days later, I’ll be taking in They Might Be Giants in my third country — this time, only down the street, no airplanes required! Thursday brings the Lumineers, and Saturday is the Doctor Who 50th anniversary. Somewhere in the middle, I have a sewing class to attend, parents to retrieve from Dublin, tons of crocheting to do (speaking of crocheting, if that’s your thing and you want to order for Christmas, you need to get on that. Really.), and, oh, some houseWORK to tackle.
Clearly, one of my favourite parts of the process is the WORK.
So much to do — should I say ‘so much to be done’ — but it’ll all end with a brand new shiny kitchen for me to mess up during Thanksgiving. The first crumb will be a tiny heartbreak, but then I know I’ll dive right in and make it my own. And my own kitchen is nothing short of a workshop.
The current state of the kitchen — yes, new plaster is meant to look like that.
It’s been a while since I’ve posted, and there’s a reason. This is my kitchen:
Yes, that’s a bottle of Pepsi and a package of string cheese. No, I’m not ashamed.
Well, if I’m honest, THIS is my kitchen:
Doesn’t everyone keep mattresses on their countertops?!
You see, CB and I bought a house. A big house that requires a lot of work. What it means is that I have not properly cooked in close to a month. Since I don’t have as much as a stove, I have also tried not to think too much about food in general. We are working too much, not eating enough, and not sleeping enough. It’s taking a toll, but it’s our house. Every wall that is plastered and painted makes me fall more and more in love with it.
What I do have is a date for my kitchen installation! About a week before Thanksgiving, the final touches will be finished. I get to demolish the existing kitchen, too, which is just too much fun to me. As soon as things get moving, I’ll start updating again, I promise. Until then, send me all the good surviving-the-mess vibes you can manage!