Kitchen redo, part two
This piece of furniture, my hutch, is the grand dame of the kitchen. She presides over mealtimes with quiet authority. Just looking at her makes me happy.
When we bought our home, this space was filled with a small rolling cart. (Holding a microwave! Double infraction.) I knew just what needed to go here. I want a large, old hutch with clean lines and lots of drawers. We came to Minnesota with my grandparent’s old farm table and a bookshelf. That was it in terms of furniture. The rest, about 90 percent, we bought at thrift stores. But I couldn’t find my hutch anywhere. Seth spotted it one day on Craig’s List, and off we went. When we picked it up to load it into the van, it literally fell apart. So after a few weeks of surgery in the garage, we gingerly slid it into its place of honor, never to be moved again.
So my hutch has been with us since the beginning, but I finally decorated and organized it to my liking this past week. Which is why you finally get to see it. It came with two lovely, delicate pieces of glass that go in those top cabinets, but you don’t get to see those. They are sheathed in newspaper, buried deep under my bed until the day when the family (that’s me included) learns to stop slamming doors.
Of all the changes I made in the kitchen this past week, this is the one of which I’m most proud. This corner housed the iPod, phone, and cell phone chargers, all in a jumbled mass of wires. So I found an old bread box, popped the back off, and voila:
Modern technology successfully masked.
Here’s Asher’s new toy box:
But Tiffany, that looks like a bunch of potatoes and recycling materials. Why yes, yes, it does. You can’t imagine the fun our toddler is having with empty salsa containers and spuds. I found potatoes all over the house yesterday. Hey, whatever keeps him happy.
By far the best change I made is that after seven months (and I can’t believe I’m admitting this here) I finally climbed way, way back on the counter behind the kitchen sink and pulled open the blinds. Zowie. More than any other change, that, to quote Robert Frost, has made all the difference.