Well, yes, I do fantasize about blue seas, warm white sand and brightly colored fish. But the island in question today is the big rectangle in the middle of our kitchen. When we moved here, it was a protrusion between the living room and the pathway to the bedrooms. It had apparently been constructed specifically to disguise the hole that had been the basement stairs prior to the addition.
Jack envisioned it elsewhere. On wheels, to be precise. He sawed it away from the wall, hoisted it up, put heavy-duty casters under it and declared it ready to chase me around. The end that was connected to the wall made perfect bookshelves for my cookbooks. Voila! We suddenly had storage in the kitchen. He drilled a hole into the wall and reran some kind of hose thing (I paid close attention at the time, I swear) so the refrigerator could move over and replace the protrusion.
Instant kitchen expansion! No one who knew this house before can believe the difference. Apparently we are kitchen people. We like 'em big. None of this kitchen/dining room combo for us. All kitchen all the time. We prefer our dining room in our living room.
The island has been the center of the house ever since. But tonight - 18 months later - is the first time he's chased me around it. The cookie dough didn't have a chance!
No comments:
Post a Comment