A Place To Hang Kitchen Towels

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I’m always wondering where I laid the dish towel when my hands are wet.  Judy and I were at a junk store a week or so ago, and I ran across this old pan lid. $2.50. Sold! I knew immediately what I’d do with it.

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It took a little drilling (I only have one bit and it didn’t seem to be adequate), and some hammering with a nail. But finally I got a hole through it to hang it on the kitchen wall.

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It’s right where I need it. And I can find my dish towel!

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Sugar, Sugar

This week after physical therapy, I decided to drive down the road to Utica Square and go to Pier 1. It is really my favorite shop there. And I found this little Sugar house. It was $5. Sold!

It was just so cute.

I’ve chosen this as my favorite thing this week. I’m linking to Claudia’s A Favorite Thing at Mockingbird Hill Cottage.

It’s Just The Kitchen

How many times do you think you walk through your kitchen each day? Fifteen, twenty times?

They say the kitchen is the heart of the home. Do you feel that way?

We walk right past most of the things in our kitchen without really seeing them. They’re just “the things in our kitchen.”

Do you ever wonder how a stranger would see your kitchen? Might they say it’s too cluttered. There’s too many things out on the counter…

It is where many of us homemakers stand at the counter, despite our resolve not to do so, and eat a quick sandwich. Just this time I’ll do it, we tell ourselves. Until the next meal.

All I know is, it’s one of the first places I head to after my bath. To make cereal and coffee. Oh, how I love that first sip of coffee.

Some have fancy kitchens with all the bells and whistles. Some are Plain Jane, like mine. There’s nothing in here of any real worth. It’s just my kitchen.

It’s where I stand in the same spot several times each day and wash the dishes. And when they dry, I put them up. Only to take them back down for the next meal.

Kitchens make us thing of all things home, and family, and holidays.

And if that isn’t the heart of one’s home, I don’t know what is.