So it looks like the messy bit of the kitchen/dining room refurb (the wall smashing bit) might be happening soon. Next up, when we can afford it, will be planning the actual kitchen. But what do I really love? I looked at my Pinterest, and in my cupboards. I wandered around my kitchen, really trying to notice everything, I jotted down any themes, or things that seem to catch my eye frequently. And here’s what I noticed:
- I’m massively into blue. And I’m drawn to pattern – specifically, small, handpainted patterns
- I love Moroccan ceramics
- I’m a ‘displayer’, and I’m disorganised. I’d never be able to live with one of those kitchens where everything is tidied away. I like my jars of flour and sugar, my bottles of oil, within easy reach. I need form AND function, beautiful AND useful. I’m not one for ornaments. Things need to have a purpose.
- I love the texture of wood. I have a stupid amount of chopping boards, all with interesting grains and finishes.
- I like old fashioned things – ancient silver cutlery, chipped enamel and mismatching everything.
So what does this tell me? Well, that a modern kitchen would be useless for me. That I need worktop space, but also, maybe, open shelves where I can display my beloved bits and bobs, and have everything nearby.
Thinking about it further, I’d love a chunky, wooden worktop. I’d like a gas hob, set in the island between the kitchen and dining area, where I can chat and cook and feel INVOLVED in everything that’s going on. And I’d like patterned tiles, maybe something hand-painted, and definitely blue (something like these, spotted on Pinterest).
Ahhh, I love a dream and a plan. But one thing that just HAD to be done straight away was the dishwasher. Ours, rudely nicknamed the ‘sh*twasher*, had long ago lost any remaining wheels on the bottom tray, meaning the fully-laden tray had to be hefted in and out of the washer, and it frequently left cups stained brown and cutlery unwashed. Whatever we were planning, this had to be done straight away. With a bit of research, and a budget in mind, I settled upon a Bosch dishwasher that we ordered from a company called Euronics. The site has customer reviews and the Bosch one we chose had scored consistently high. It takes 12 place settings and has an A+ energy efficiency rating. When it was delivered, the lovely man (from a local shop, which is nice – Euronics seem to be like a ‘collective’ of smaller shops) helped Mr E to unplug the old washer, and then offered to take it away too. It now takes pride of place (and looks gleamingly out of place in our slightly dated kitchen) but I don’t care. I love it. It washes like a dream, the racks slide effortlessly in and out, and I’ve done that thing that I never do with new things – read the instructions, filled it up with salt and rinse-aid, bought the appropriate dishwasher tablets and EVEN filled in the guarantee.
First a proper plan for the kitchen, and now this? It’s a whole new me. And while the rest looks like it will have to wait for a while, at least the plates are clean again. Mr Tails approves.