I spend nearly, if not all, of my free time at home in the kitchen.
Sunday nights consist of:
As some of you may know by now.
I fell in love with baking when I was growing up, watching my mom create magic while I patiently stood there being her ever so careful sous-chef. It was something she loved doing, and it was something that took my mind from running in circles with anxiety to slowing down and forgetting why I was anxious in the first place.
Naturally, the kitchen became my favorite spot in the house. I’d come up with any excuse to get my hands on some flour. There were brownies, cupcakes, apple pies, some poorly made cannoli here and there spread all over the countertops. It just depended on the day and mood – sometimes even getting crazy and making three batches of cookies instead of one (dad loved those days).
The kitchen in my home has become the spot that I run to when I need to unwind, when my mind is thinking too much, when the day was too damn long. It has become a place where I can mentally and physically slow down while still doing something (I’m the worst ‘just sit down and don’t move’ type of person).
Moving into our new apartment last year, BA and I definitely didn’t love the kitchen. But it isn’t a permanent place, just somewhere to grow together, so we forgot about our dream kitchens and made the best of what we had. I put Pinterest boards, ripped out magazine pages and mental pictures behind me for the time being. Sometimes a mental picture pops up in my head, so I start to bake. Easy fix!
Simple decór is my go-to, always. Less is more, remember? So with that in the back of my mind, I decorated simply and tried to remember that a kitchen I love is on the way.
I hate it.
BA, staring at me, told me that I am the one to always say “hate is a strong word” and to slow down.
It’s not forever, remember?
With a kiss on the forehead to make that promise permanent, we started to bake.
Whether it’s a beautiful home, the home of your dreams, the apartment you’re renting because it was all you could afford, too small, too big… it’s your home and you’re the one who makes it. The kitchen I’m not obsessed with is still my kitchen, and I still use it as a slow down go-to for my forever running mind. I still, even though it isn’t my favorite kitchen in the world, make it my kitchen.
It’s where family I haven’t seen in a bit sit and drink the red wine we hold hostage underneath the island. It’s where BA and I get rid of anxiety. It’s where smiles get bigger because the muffins finally rose up (frowns are held here when muffins don’t rise, oh yeah…). It’s where we talk about our future over zucchini spaghetti and red pepper flakes. It’s where BA puts on our favorite song and asks me to dance on a Friday night after too many glasses of wine. It’s where we greet eachother after a long day of work, plan our goals, dream about traveling the world together.
Small, yes. Not my picture perfect kitchen, no. But in someway, some strange weird way, my kitchen is just right.
My tip: go minimalist and do simple décor. The less stuff, the easier it is to not hate it. Make it your home by the people and words, don’t worry about the cabinets you hate right now, you won’t see them one day.
My goal: save money and travel, see how others live, experience new ways of life. (Then you won’t have to worry about your kitchen.) If you aren’t there yet or traveling isn’t for you, just always remember – simple, minimal. Less is more, and there is more to life than kitchens.
What about you guys? Goals? Thoughts? Kitchen ideas?