A Story About our Kitchen

Posted: December 9, 2014 by Rachel

I’m going to ask you for your help at the end of this all, but first, a little story.

I have this thing with my kitchen. I seem to never be satisfied with how it looks. I want to change this, I want to change that. I don’t like the positioning of this, or how much counter space that takes up. It’s a battle (and a dumb one at that) that I wage on myself.

I’m constantly moving things around, looking for new storage solutions, trying to keep as much off of the counters as I can, then adding things back in. And don’t even get me started on how the kitchen table always ends up being a dumping ground (new years resolution number x: stop dumping).


Where to hold my small collection of cookbooks seems to be one of the biggest battles. I’ve moved them around about a hundred times, never satisfied for too long with where they have been positioned.
And then it hit me: the cookbooks don’t have to be in the kitchen!
I have perfectly good storage in the family room just around the corner. Ample bookshelf. And they would probably look better there anyways!

So when I went on a cleaning frenzy like I seem to do most Mondays, I moved the cookbooks out of the kitchen, clearing off the counters just a little bit more. And it made me oh so happy.
And the new table! The new table built by my husbands hands has made such a difference. We now have something that suits us better, that is ours.

But that’s just the beginning, really.
The kitchen is the only room in the house that feels forgotten. It doesn’t say anything about the people who cook there and live there. It’s cold and boring and lacking… something.
I would like to change that. I have thoughts of making curtains for the window, and of candles adorning the counters.

Thanks so much for everyone’s suggestions. You, dear readers, are the best.