Fall is knocking at the kitchen door and I am feeling restless. Autumn is my favorite time of year. We've moved often in autumns past, so I am having the urge to move the furniture. I may be the only person moving the island out of the kitchen and putting the table back.
Maybe it's all those British magazines I've been scouring. Dreaming of Aga stoves with bits of laundry drying in the kitchen. I've been craving a table in the kitchen. Next stop: Ikea for a few shelves.
Ikea and I are old friends. When given the choice of pre-assembled cabinets or a wood burning stove for the living room, in the budget of building a house - the stove won - hands down! I spent a month in the basement assembling every last piece of the kitchen.
Almost fifteen years later, we still are hanging on to our first kitchen chairs. Grandma bought us those chairs for our first apartment. They are on their last legs (literally - saved by Gorilla Glue) and I don't have the heart to part with them. I love to sit at the table now while dinner is simmering on the stove.