I’m trying to think of an explanation of why I thought it would be a good idea to do a kitchen remodel during the last crazy busy weeks of school. There has to have been a reason, but now that it has actually started, it escapes me.
But there is no going back now.
On Sunday, my kitchen looked like this:
On Monday afternoon, it looked like this:
I’m taking a lot of deep breaths and reminding myself that change is a good thing.
I love everything about fall Sundays – the sound of the rain, the gray light, sipping tea, curling up on the couch reading.
I interspersed a few accomplishments among the cups of tea and books.
My kitchen shelves are stained and up on the wall.
I made the first fall crockpot stew.
And I helped my niece start her second ever quilt – the help consisting of supplying all the fabric, cutting tools, and sewing machine. She wanted scrappy, bright, and triangles, and she got all three.
I’m not in love with all her color combination choices, but she is, and that’s the important thing.
She dedicated the whole day to the project, cutting all the triangles and starting in on sewing the rows together. I already see a big improvement in her sewing accuracy over the first quilt she made.