I could use some sympathy here people. It seems my Kitchen Goddess has left the building. Actually, I’m pretty sure I forgot to pack her when I moved to my current home in 2004, but I am particularly missing her today. I’ve blogged before about my personal fantasy of living at IKEA (Heaven on Earth) as well as how a normal morning in my kitchen often includes a higher than average danger rating due to precarious balancing acts on counters and refrigerator shelves (Known as Prime Real Estate). I realize this whine of mine is not particularly new to you. Or me, for that matter. But it is what is on my heart at this moment.
So, I don’t know about the state of your kitchen, but my particular “state of the nation” is really all about some of the most prime real estate on the planet. As in the 4 inches of space on the front of the counters and shelves in the refrigerator. Every time I walk into my kitchen to do anything more complicated than pour a cup of coffee, I am reminded that what I want my world to look like is far, far from what it actually looks like. Even more depressing is that I have come to see that the state of my kitchen pretty much mirrors the state of my life in general.