Ever since I dropped the blender on the stove, we’ve been talking about a kitchen renovation. The current set up is a galley, but does not allow for someone to be washing dishes or loading the dishwasher while someone else is cooking, which makes meals a sort of dance routine. After much debate and talking to experts, we’ve decided that it’s best if we take the peninsula and flip it around to the wall that anchors it. Something like this:
We would keep the pantry, but update it with more efficient shelving. We’re debating rearranging the orientation of the stove and fridge. Does it look like too little shelving to you? We’d try to remedy that would some tall hutch-like cabinetry on the far wall at the front of the house. I love the idea of a butcher block island to increase prep space too.
Oliver got into the spirit of the season and prepared his own duck and stuffing for this Thanksgiving.
We’ve been married for 730 days! But who’s counting?
Apparently, our garden is counting because we planted the 2-year-old mums and rosemary from our wedding and now they are in full bloom.
On an equally colorful and happy note, we painted the house. We choose a gray palette:
I gave Grisha the weekend off (from me!) and I spent the weekend in Chicago visiting my friends Lauren and Jenn. It was set to be a success from the get-go when Lauren took me to see the vitamin vault in an old-bank-turned-Walgreens, the the zoo (where we were photobombed by some strangers), my favorite chocolate shop Vosges, the farmers market, the modern wing of the Art Institute and used-to-be-Marshal-Fields.
I spent the last day with Jenn at the University of Chicago, visiting the Robie House, trying to look up gargoyle noses and falling behind in school work.
All around a wonderful trip.
Marion visited recently. She just finished her masters in France, so naturally she visited the Paris of the Piedmont to ease the culture shock. We keep it very Parisienne by drinking lots of coffee…
… visiting Southern Season for some gourmet snacks…
…buying artisan bread at the farmers market (how do they make it look so beautiful?!) and purchasing some new shoes for me. Noires, bien sûr.