When I think of my dream kitchen so many ideas come to mind. Is it all those years of playing architect in The Sims and wondering what I will have in my own place? Perhaps, but when it comes to my ultimate dream kitchen all I can think of is an a huge island, lots of black, slate, marble and a minimalist design. I’m not a huge fan of clutter and a kitchen should be one of those space where everything is in its place and there is a place for everything. Or you can just shove everything in a cupboard and never let it see the light of day.
When it comes to a kitchen, it’s a place I associate with those memories of licking the spoon when baking with my mother, blowing up the microwave (who knew foil was flammable aged 8) and making an absolute mess. As an adult, the kitchen is my place of solace to forage for food after a drunken night out, eat when I’m bored (Char, stop this) and just sit and read the newspaper on a Sunday afternoon. What I do love about a kitchen is it being airy, light and in those dark winter evenings being able to replicate the sun (ha) with ambient LED lighting.
I can’t cook (or don’t want to learn to), but maybe I would be more inclined in a beautiful space? Essentially, my dream kitchen is somewhere where I can make a house a home, attempt to bake a cake a roll in at 3am and raid the fridge.
Please note, this is a collaborative with First Lighting.
Welcome to my little space on the internet, known as Memoirs and Musings. I’m Char, short for Charlotte and my blog/website/diary is dedicated to documenting my Memoirs and Musings, hence the name. I wouldn’t say I was your ‘typical’ blogger either. I don’t care about getting the perfect flatlay or feeling bad for not posting, I just enjoy writing. If you’ve made it this far, thank you for reading. Anyway, I love to travel, indulge in a glass of white wine, when plans are cancelled and purchase overpriced make up. I guess that’s me in a nutshell, trying to figure out this thing called life, have fun and never lose sight.