Three months after I married Mr. Wonderful I gave him series of surprises.
1. I announced we were expecting.
2. I caused a kitchen fire that destroyed the majority of our kitchen.
3. I got fired from my job.
The one good thing that came of this was that it cemented the fact that I'd married a great guy. He loved me through all of this.
Fast forward 16 years and we now have six children. And our kitchen? Well, it's still in basically the same state it was post fire. So now I have what's commonly referred to as an "unfitted", or what I like to call a "make do", kitchen.
The centerpiece of my kitchen is my beloved Seller's cabinet we found it at an estate auction in 2006. Mr. Wonderful was immediately drawn to it but I was not. What I really wanted was the 7 ft tall mahogany wardrobe I'd spied. I had visions of putting it in the master bedroom and tearing out the built in closet. (Yes I know how crazy this sounds) The bid on the wardrobe went higher than Mr. Wonderful was willing to pay so my dreams were dashed. I walked around the rest of the auction pouting, literally.
A little while later bidding on the Seller's cabinet began. I stood in the background, my eyes drilling holes into the back of my Mr. Not So Wonderful while he kept raising his bid higher and higher. Obviously he won the bid and while he grinned and gushed about his purchase I was looking at our new piece of furniture wondering where on earth would I put it. The barn and the fire pit were the first places that came to mind.
The main cupboard holds all of our everyday dishes |