I don't drink the "big kitchens are better" juice. I just don't buy it. The bigger my kitchens have been, the less content I have been IN them. Of course, content in the kitchen is not always a true picture of me. I would rather be snipping herbs outside, organizing the pantry with cute labels or making gifts of flavored oils and salts, but cooking? Not as much.
The truth is, however, that I MUST spend a lot of time in the kitchen. There are breakfasts to be thrown together at lightning speed (carb - fruit - protein - CHECK!) and lunches to be served to the back porch picnic table. There are dishes to be thrown in the dishwasher and big dirty pots to fill, soak and scrub. There are those flavored oil gifts to be made and always a pantry and fridge to reorganize. There are crock pot meals to try and bad pinterest recipes to fail. There are little hands to be washed, flower stems to be stripped, and thrift store finds to be soaked, scrubbed and dried. There is always something to be done in the kitchen.
You see, I was looking at this gorgeous home tour of a renovated home in upstate New York. The home was meticulously done and some areas, such as the incredible staircase (below) maintained the charm of the century+ old home while bringing it into the current age.
|via Country Living|
|via Country Living|
A. Quaint and Cute (There is a reason girl's like doll houses and fairy homes cut out of tree bark!)
B. Easier to Clean (Less Surface -- Less Mess)
C. Restrains Clutter (If you don't have the room, you DON'T HAVE THE ROOM)
D. Keeps the Kids Out
WHOA. What? Some of you may have come screeching to a halt on that last one, but hear me out. I love bringing the kids into the kitchen for crafting or cooking when it makes sense. I do NOT want them in the kitchen when I am rushing around with hot water, knives and trying to organize 7 different things (the meat, the sides, the rolls, the drinks, the silverware...blah blah blah) to get on the table at the same time. In fact, I don't want ANYONE else in the kitchen when I am in that mad rush.
Moreso, I don't even want people in the kitchen when I am cleaning up from dinner. That is my quiet time. Me, my leftover drink from dinner, the 'Stuff I Missed in History' podcast and 30 minutes of solace in a day full of baby screaming and little boys fighting. The kiddos get bathed by Daddy and the kitchen gets cleaned and by the time we are both finished, all is right with the world.
...but enough about my introverted tendencies (who am I kidding, I am a full-fledged raging introvert), let us move on to design, shall we? If you would LIKE to read more of my ranting and raving over folks in the kitchen, you might appreciate The Way I Like Kitchens.