Am I My Kitchen?

A couple of blogs ago I spoke about my kitchen renovation and how I was moving to a more 'grown-up' version of the domestic hub … well, it's finished now and I absolutely love it!

It's only when I see pictures of my former kitchen that I experience tiny pangs of sadness—after all, what I had before was clearly one-of-a-kind. 

Now that the vibrant primaries--blues, reds and yellows--have been unceremoniously carted off to the local landfill site, many people are finally admitting to me that they're pleased it's finally gone, or that they couldn't believe I'd put up with it all these years. I think there may be some who wonder how I'd managed to feed my family with those cabinet doors as the backdrop to our meals, or whether I'd every had real adults over for real dinner parties. 

These are the same 'friends' who used words like 'interesting' and 'different' to describe my former kitchen and who used to say flattering(?) things like: 'this kitchen really suits your personality'. Now I have to wonder what they really meant by that? And does a custom-fitted, cherry wood kitchen with a tumbled stone back splash and a sink that no longer leaks still 'suit my personality', or has my personality changed too?

'It must be great to have a proper kitchen now,' remarked a not-so-distant relative; I don't know how to respond to that … after all, I have the same refrigerator, the same oven, the same questionable wooden spoons, the same sticky recipe books and, definitely, the same culinary abilities. If I'm perceived as now performing in a more credible setting, am I expected to produce more credible 'n edible food to boot! Time will tell.

Meantime, I'm really enjoying the new space and spend quite a bit of time twirling contentedly on my fabulous new counter stools amazed that it's really all mine and that I'm not simply a guest in someone else's grown-up house.