I've finally got a kitchen of my own. It's mine. I can do with it what I please, and I finally have that settled feeling knowing I'm planted.
But I don't just own this kitchen. It is part of me. It sits in the house I grew up in, and looks out over the garden my father planted. It is the kitchen he baked all my birthday cakes in.
Now my father's homestead will be part of his grandchildren's heritage.
Welcome to my kitchen! It needs a little work so excuse the mess. I'd love to hear about your kitchen, so please share!
May your cupboards always be full and meals never burnt!
Mrs. Redd
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