It had been well over twelve years since it was last painted and my kitchen was looking tired. Definitely in need of refreshing. I had a planned trip to the East Coast on my calendar and thought that it would be an ideal time to have it painted while I was away. That way I would not have to try to live through the mess. I contacted my trusty professional painter and set the date.
Now my work began. I had to clear the shelves, all of the counters and the walls. It’s hard to believe how much “stuff” one accumulates when one is a professional cook. I filled cartons and crates with casseroles, tagines, crocks, timers, wine openers, pots and pans, baskets, mugs, coffee machines, toasters, blenders, mixers and food processors. I moved these bulging boxes into the dining room and living room. Later I hoped to weed out some of the excess.
I returned to a spotless, gleaming shell. So then the real job of reassembling my work space began. What would stay and would would go? I wish I could say that I was ruthless and discarded equipment and tchotchkes but I was a coward and kept almost everything.
It feels like home.