Welcome To My Kitchen….
I live in a small house; not much room for expressing all my interests, so I am forced to cull my collections. Like little altars everywhere, I surround myself with symbols of my soul, and like Sophie’s Choice, I am always forcing myself to choose what I truly love, and to let go of what I don’t.
This is my kitchen (half of it at least). The hub of the home. It contains a strict pallet of white dishes, copper cookware, a collection of antique french market baskets (hanging from the beams) some silver, and a tiny cupboard with a few pieces of my transferware collection.
No matter how humble, there is no place like home.