Kitchen(ette)

Welcome to my kitchen. (Or kitchenette as I affectionately call it-sometimes. Sometimes not so affectionately.)

I was looking through some of my photos this morning and came across these.

My mom was coming over one day and my house was disasterous, but I had no time to clean 'er up, so disasterous it stayed. For some reason, I want my house to be clean when my mom comes over.

When I got the chance, I cleaned the heck out of it and took pictures so I had photographic evidence that my little kitchenette is clean sometimes. Of course-it only lasts about 2 seconds, because-you know-we have to eat.

So, there you have it-my kitchen(ette), in all it's little, cluttered glory!☺

(By the way-I always try to talk myself out of complaining about my little kitchen. You know-since 90 percent of the people in this world live in poverty and would consider my home a mansion.)