#649 THE COOKER

Today, our insanely fabulous cooker was wheeled into place in our W.I.P kitchen.

The electrician: “It’s bloody heavy to carry, for an oven. So heavy! But it’s a fancy one.”

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Yes electrician. Remind me again. And again and again.

I definitely need a reminder. It was a year ago that we bought our new kitchen appliances for our future kitchen, not knowing then that they would be gathering dust in the corner of our garage until the following Spring.

But today. Ohhh, today. Today the electrician told me several times how cool it was, and each time, I internally clapped my hands with glee.

(!!!)

I haven’t even used it, and I am super-duper excited. Oh, just imagine all the trays of food I can fit into those 900mms of expansiveness… oh, imagine the crisp pastries and tarts, creamy casseroles, indulgent desserts, and succulent roasts I can whip up in that beast of kitchen machinery.

That’s right. Sunday. I think I will attempt a roast this Sunday evening, as an official christening of the oven.

I never thought I would love an oven soooo much. But I do. And I haven’t even used it yet. That can be another post, for another day.

And can I just say, our bareless cupboard-ed kitchen has nothing in it, and yet if you look again at the above picture, you can see we have our priorities totally in check…

Yep, that’s right.

BEANS.

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#647 Chaddy shopping day no.5 AND Kitchen W.I.P…

I am so excited about many things that happened today, so like the inability to pick your favourite child, I must be grateful for them ALL.

We had a brilliant day shopping at Chadstone. I am on leave from work, so it was Hubbie, baby girl and I all together, all day.

Our visit was punctuated by several coffee breaks

and then surprisingly successful shopping, with an overall fantastic mood from all of us topping it off.

Not only did we get more Christmas presents to tick off the list (it is still November so this is brilliant), but we bought Christmas presents that we didn’t plan to or expect to get, because of the difficulty of getting the right one for the receiver…

Winning!

And a successful shopping day just isn’t complete without presents for yourself:

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I was ecstatic to get the advent candle from kikki.K that I somehow missed out on last year as it sold out way too early, and along with that got our family calendar for next year, the one I can never live without, which I have written about multiple times, and here.

Secondly, I gave Hubbie a generous heads up and ‘get-out-of-jail-free’ card when I told him he could buy me almost anything from kikki.K for Christmas and I would love it.

5 minutes later and he was asking me to kindly leave the store because he had seen some things he could get me…

Be with a guy for 17 years and he still needs prompts on what to buy you. Sigh.

But still…

Winning :):):)

And then of course we got the SIA Christmas CD, because I would play Christmas songs in October if Hubbie didn’t hang crap on me for it, and also, it’s further prep for her concert next week…

Lastly the book I found for myself, which I think is fabulous, as even though I don’t have instagram, I plan on creating an account for my writing profile, and there are beneficial tips in the book that are relevant for ALL social media users trying to get heard.

As if all that wasn’t enough joy and happiness (let’s not forget the Hokkaidos I took home with me!), then we came home at the end of our long day, after handing over the keys to the kitchen guys at the beginning of the day in what was kitchen demolition/removal day, and we found this:

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!!! It is only a W.I.P pic and so may not look like much to many, BUT LET ME TELL YOU, this blank white empty shell of a kitchen canvas looks better than the brown 80s outdated kitchen we had before it! When I eventually post before and afters, you will see what I mean.

The excitement Hubbie and I had in discovering our kitchen like this, being re-born…

I can’t deal. Too much gratitude for one day.

No not really. Give me more 🙂

#644 Kitchen be gone!

Today was a mammoth day, caused so by a mammoth kitchen-item removal effort.

Kitchen AND laundry-item, I should say.

Made even more mammoth by the already mammoth Saturday night that was last night, and then a measly 6 or so hours sleep (all fun, so completely self-inflicted), before today, said mammoth day.

Did I say it was mammoth?

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Yep. Mammoth.

Tomorrow is day 1 of our insanely difficult, trying, extensive, messy, costly, stressful and confusing kitchen renovation… however that entire sentence is redundant, because when hasn’t a kitchen reno been ALL of those things?

And because it begins tomorrow, we had to get everything out of the kitchen today. EVERYTHING. The tiles are getting ripped out, and because they lead into the laundry…

the laundry too needed EVERYTHING removed.

Currently, our fridge is next to the window by the couch, and the dishwasher is next to my seat at the table. Then we have the washing machine in the spare room, and another shelf-like thing that LOOKS fixed, but not, it was not fixed in the laundry… so that too had to go.

As well as every other cup, plate, bowl, spoon, and another 1001 things we have accumulated in those two areas. All shoved into spare rooms, nooks and crannies, under tables and on top of shelves, and behind as many closed doors as possible.

It will be a crazy day… but for now, in this present moment, I am so glad that all of the moving out of the laundry and kitchen has been done…

only for it to be moved back over the next week or so.

:/

 

#641 Dancing in the kitchen with my loves part 7

You are doing incredible at life, when you can turn the most mediocre of chores, into something to look forward to.

Taking washing the dishes for example.

I don’t mind washing the dishes all too much. Like, I don’t dream about it or anything, but I certainly don’t go “Ugh! Another fork! Damn you cutlery!” when I have to wash something.

That’s Hubbie. But even he has gotten used to the sometimes mundane duties of life, and has found a way around this…

He connects his phone to YouTube, then turns on the portable speakerand BOOM! Instant concert in the kitchen as he is washing the dishes. He is singing, even dancing (YES, dancing), and then baby girl will join in, as the dishes stay dirty in the sink.

He calls it balance.

Tonight, I cottoned on to this. I was doing the dishes, and likewise hooked up the phone online so I could pump out some old 80s tunes. I was in an old-school kinda mood, starting at Wet Wet Wet, then YouTube suggested some Savage Garden, and I was pondering how the duo did so bloody well in so little a time and then virtually disappeared, when another song I’ve been meaning to play to Hubbie sprung into my mind.

Jon Bon. Man he looks fine in the clip. No wonder women were losing their minds (and panties) for him so many decades ago.

The moment in question that I wanted Hubbie to listen to was 2:12 into the clip, when Jovi yells

“And baby you know my hands are dirty”

and then Richie Sambora shadows the same line before Jovi sings

“But I wanted to be your Valentine”…

It’s nothing about the words, and yet ALL about the way the two voices scream in perfect melody alongside each other… I just LOVE IT.

And then of course, the ‘dancing kitchen’ festivities began because baby girl wanted to be picked up, so up she went in my arms, onto the makeshift kitchen dancefloor we stepped, and I started making out like I was Bon Jovi as I screamed

“I’ll be there for you

These five words I swear to you

When you breathe

I want to be the air for you

I’LL BE THERE FOR YOU!”

I swear, this girl of ours is going to grow up with the BEST music taste. She knows all the current radio stuff, and yet she immediately bops along when Prince comes on, sings “No No No” about Amy Winehouse’s rehab, and shakes her hips to Ricky Martin.

(Lleyton fist-pump!)

Hubbie joined our circle once he had finished observing Jon Bon’s hair, and our dancing in the kitchen moment was then complete.

‘Til next time of course…

 

 

#597 A well-read break in the afternoon sun

I had many options.

1, I could wash those growing stacks of dishes that had accumulated in the sink throughout the day.

B.  I could write, in any of my writing projects – just pick an avenue: book review, journaling, updating my SmikG page… I would not be bored.

c) I had emails to send, and phone calls to make, regarding our upcoming kitchen reno project.

8: There were also messages to be sent out, to various professionals and also close friends.

Z – I could even dedicate some learning time to baby girl, or break out the sports bra and Zumba away.

But I chose to do NONE of those things.

I looked out at the GLORIOUS day, as Macklemore sings it, and also, baby girl’s new favourite song to sing…

…and I thought, how could I possibly stay inside on a day like today? I had to shirk all my responsibilities and to-dos, and do something else…

I don’t just love coffee. And aside from baby girl, my family, and shopping, and heading outdoors, and looking at sunsets and dancing in the kitchen, there is something else I love, that I don’t get to do as much as I wish to, but it will always and forever remain an intense, deep, reliable, faithful LOVE of mine.

Reading.

I took a new book from the bookshelf that I hadn’t yet opened, and sat outside on our bench, the afternoon sun warming me right up as I turned a couple of dozen pages.

Baby girl found me and brought out a sticker book, sitting on the concrete before me and getting to work.

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Sure, she interrupted my reading every 30 seconds. Sure, at the beginning I got up more than I was sitting down and enjoying the moment, either to help her or get ourselves some sunnies and hats for protection.

Sure, it wasn’t ALL peace and quiet.

But sitting there with my girl at my side, the sparkling water before us, and with Spring putting on a quite stunning show, I felt so relaxed. So at ease. And so ‘me’ again.

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#587 Dancing in the kitchen with my Luv

Hub. Hubba Luv Bub.

I was getting frustrated, because NO ONE was listening to me. Yes I wanted to enjoy our Saturday Night In too. But I knew the dishes wouldn’t wash themselves.

I just wanted Baby Girl and Hubbie to get dinner over and done with – just eat, so I can clean up! Baby Girl was getting distracted by EVERYTHING, and Hubbie was getting distracted my his fave Saturday night ‘beverage’ (who am I kidding, beverages) and the music blasting out of the portable speaker.

Breathe. Breathe.

And then he pulled me into the kitchen. He pulled me onto our makeshift kitchen dancefloor, and I let him – I don’t know why. Maybe I was too tired to argue. But he pulled me into a slow dance, to a song I didn’t even like, some kind of old folksy song. We danced close together, and I smiled. We didn’t dance like this often anymore, not out, not even at home…

My face burrowed into the tea towel hanging over his shoulder, our bodies close, we giggled and whispered sweet nothings to each other, with Baby Girl looking on and telling me about her toys. Of course honey, your toys.

It was a few minutes at most, but I was glad it had happened. I was glad I hadn’t held onto my stubborn nagging stance. I was glad, for when you are in Love, holding a grudge, a hard position, or a winning argument, doesn’t serve anyone well.

One of the biggest relationship quotes that has inspired and helped me, has been this:

Would you rather be right, or would you rather have peace?

I Let It Go. I released my desire to control the situation. I let it be. And in turn I got a beautiful dance with my beautiful Hubbie.

And guess what? I put the bloody dishwasher on. Because that’s what Saturday Night Ins are for.

They’re for spending time with your loved ones, and even pulling a few sneaky moves on the dancefloor…