For starters, I’ve been really busy over the last three decades – a family to care for, a career that clocked-in a lot of 18 hour days, volunteer work and the persistent thought that at some point I could tear the whole room down and start from scratch. The shelf liner wouldn’t matter because it would be tossed into the abyss with the rest of the 1970s.
Now that I’m on sabbatical, I’m looking at every page of kitchen inspiration in magazines and books. Even dog-eared relics in my 'wish notebook' are getting a second look.
|My all-time favorite dream kitchen was built in the US by French carpenters flown in to create a California kitchen using time-honored European techniques. Somehow, I'm sure no one notices the shelf liner here.|
|I'm smitten by the rustic elegance of this|
While my outdated liner unknowingly whiles away most of its time in darkness, I’ll be on the lookout for some sweet new number to take its place. Even if I don’t get my dream kitchen, I’ll have spanking new paper to give comfort to my plates and bowls – and spare me from any embarrasement should you come over and take a peek.