A couple of weeks ago I decided to spruce up my dining room and kitchen with some color.
I'm calling it a kitchen makeover because the space is so tiny, and we never call it a dining room.
When we eat, we sit at the "kitchen table".
I love our kitchen.
The old counter tops.
The ridiculously hot oven.
The kitchen window that faces my favorite neighbors.
I have never complained about this space.
I think my husband thinks I'm crazy because I love the space so much, and to anyone else, it really doesn't look like there's much to love.
Always out of napkins.
Sock drawer turned spice rack backsplash.
Lots of salt and pepper.
This is how life is right now... messy, chaotic, colorful, mismatched, and full of love.
I want to freeze time and keep it this way forever.
And I keep debating on sanding down the kitchen chairs and making them look really worn.
I still can't believe the transformation.
Happy Thursday, friends.