Tiny Pleasures #323: Mini Kitchen Kid
I have a little spatula son on my kitchen window sill. He stands in for the real thing (who doesn't live at home any more) and smiles at me while I make tea. He's way more fun than a photo in a frame.
I have a little spatula son on my kitchen window sill. He stands in for the real thing (who doesn't live at home any more) and smiles at me while I make tea. He's way more fun than a photo in a frame.
While the grey cupboards doors in my kitchen are not my cup of tea, the pineapples I stencilled one day still make me smile four years later. I did it on a whim using kids paint and a toy roller, but it brought some colour and fun into the room. One day I might add
I am guilty of wringing the very last breath of life out of my kitchen sponges. Long after they should have been retired to the bin, they continue to skulk around the sink looking withered and ugly. Today, however, was a day of new beginnings - the old has been discarded and a brand new
The human brain loves order. That's why we find a vineyard so pleasing. All those rows of neatly trellised grapes rolling over hills. I found a little orderly pleasure while making dinner this evening. Having washed and dried the mushrooms, they lined themselves up neatly on the chopping board for me to admire. Sadly for
I’m not sure if my need for morning espresso is for the caffeine or the ritual. In my half-asleep state, I pour the beans into my little grinder, which makes a very pleasing tinkling sound. I then hand-grind the perfect amount for one coffee. I tamp it into the coffee machine basket like Goldilocks –