...my loved kitchen *bits*...& selective family life...

...i just want to say a HUGE thankyou to all those friends who commented or emailed me about their own emotional response to the weather...
...you british gals made me smile, reminding me that the weather is part of a daily experience in ol'blighty
...discussed on a daily basis...more people have an opinion on the weather than vote in this country
...& i get that!
...& there is no place like britian in the sunshine....green...green...green
...& that is definately a trait i cannot claim for the beaches of sydney

...& you american gals & your extreme school holiday heat experiences...have made me realise that often what you think you're in dire need of...what you think will make your life suddenly easier ...is actually just a re-think of the moment...not a tropical heat wave....

...so lets start from the beginning....

*top of the morning to you all*

i have been thinking about how i would share our big old house here in the english countryside with you...
i love to pop into have a read of a favourite blog, glass of wine in hand & i'm met with images of someones real-life kitchen....real-life hallway....alongside their real-life thoughts....

it's school holidays & the kids are incredibly messy creative

so i'm sharing the bits that i see amongst the chaos beauty of our daily life

fortunately...i don't always see a room as an overall image

i detest don't like furniture catalogues AT ALL
no soul...no quirks
so to share our lovely rambling old house with you i need to show you moments in our house that make up our rooms...& our lives...

i realise that this is not giving you a catalogue of our rooms
a page turner that gives you the entire view
this is a collection of images that make up our house...but in your mind

so all these bits make up our kitchen...
the centre of our big ol'house...

where the bread is baked...
where the muffins are iced...
where the chook is stuffed...
where the wine is poured...
& where the china is piled & loved everyday...

the kitchen is where school bags are dropped...
& messages left...

it's where we meet to talk...& argue about discuss the world
where i step over muddy dirty well-loved football boots
& where rubbish schoool notes, bills & magazines pile up
{you may imagine those, or not, i'm giving you the bits i like to pretend ONLY exist!!}

...it's where our days begin
& where our days end...
...it sort of exists in organised chaos...
...& i love that...

...today it is also covered in a drop cloth & some very old, very battered english stools that i am painting INSIDE...{no need to mention why...!!}
...they are for littler people to reach to higher places without getting me independently...

& if you like...*for me*.....you may also imagine some sunshine outside my windows...