If my house had a soul the kitchen is where you'd find it. Every morning I put the same dented teapot on to boil and watch as the steam condenses on the window panes. I plug in my decrepit toaster and get out the butter dish that once belonged to my Great Aunt Eva. There is comfort in following the same routine and when I begin my day in the kitchen I start my day in a state of well-being.
Like me, the appliances in my kitchen have some age to them but they are part of my daily rituals and I hate to part with any of them. As long as they still work they are going back in the cupboard to be used another day.
Lovely to be invited to your kitchen.
ReplyDeleteYvonne.
Thank you Yvonne, you are welcome any time:)
ReplyDeleteThat is such a beautiful, simple post with so many layers. I'd love a photo of the dented kettle!
ReplyDeleteThanks Jodie. I'm so technology challenged I'll have to get one of my grandkids to post it:)
ReplyDeleteI agree with you, the kitchen is the soul of your home, followed closely by the neighboring livingroom/family room/entertaining room. It is comforting to have the reliable 'old' things near, especially to start the day. I gave up on fancy glass tea pots years ago. Mine in a large blue spotted one, that most folks uses when camping.
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I'm glad I'm not the only one who gets sentimental about their tea pot:)
ReplyDeleteI know how you feel about those reliable old things. I still use the large platter my mom put the turkey on every Thanksgiving, and the chipped bread plate. And on special occasions I'll use the carnival glass pitcher that belonged to the grandmother who died a decade before I was born. Knowing that the family was poor as church mice, I wonder how in the world she came by such a nice pitcher. I'm sure it was used very infrequently, but when I use it I like to think of her pride when she did pull it out to pour the iced tea. :)
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