I love our place. It’s spacious, it’s light and it has a perfect garden (with lemons!). So I’m happy living here. But next to the beige carpet there is one more thing I’m dying to part with… The kitchen! That brown, old and dirty kitchen. I swear my fridge is older than me.
I’m no cook. Before babies I was the worst cook ever. The frozen meal section was my best friend and I often ate sandwiches (tosti’s!) for dinner. I’m still no pro, but I’m not getting nervous anymore when preparing dinner involves more than two pans.
But a girl can dream. Still not really about functionality, I’ve just outgrown the microwave phase, but all about esthetics. And white, mostly white.