Kitchen Confidential

Oh, we don't ever truly know how much stuff we have until we have to unpack a kitchen. Dishes and kitchen decor items are one of my favorite things to collect and let me tell you, I've collected.  I've been working on unpacking boxes the past few days and I'm in the "hot mess" stage right now - which means that I'm covered in newspaper ink, too tired to get up on that step-stool and honestly, confused as to why I own so many pots when I only have four stove eyes.

What you can't see is the room full of packed boxes behind you. 

I've been considerably taxed with it all but thankfully, before the renovation started, I predicted that I wouldn't have the energy to start from scratch with where things go - so I took photos of every single cabinet and shelf. In the end, this served a dual purpose because honestly, it all took so long to get done that I couldn't even remember where it all went anymore!

Here I am recreating the old shelf displays. Am I neurotic or what? 

On Sunday night, we planned to have our first full meal in the kitchen in two months. The lasagna was ready to go into the oven and the fresh garlic bread and salad were waiting in the wings. We were stoked! Mister Kitsch turned on the oven and all of a sudden, lights came on that shouldn't have come on. Then we smelled this really strong electrical fire smell coming from the control panel of the oven.

 I quickly ran to the fusebox and turned the power to the stove off. We still don't know where the smell was coming from but can't use the stove until we can get a repair person over on Friday to tell us if the dear old thing can be saved.  Oh let me tell you...we were sooooo sad. The Mister wandered off and had a salad and there was more delivery pizza in store for me. 

Sometimes, it feels like our kitchen has become possessed. Did I bring home a haunted Pyrex bowl at some point? Did the floor guy that we forced out of our home leave a voodoo curse in his wake? Will we ever have a functioning kitchen again? Who the heck knows... but I'm trying to keep my wits about me. Once again, the huge googly eyes that my friend Joan gave to me came in handy. I added a giant cardboard mouth and took my leave. 

Pip seems to want to help poor old Mr. Stove but just doesn't know how. 

Neither do I, Pipster.  Neither do I. 

Until next time,

x's and o's,

Eartha