Kitchens, I've had a few.

Over the years I've had the communal kitchen of college living, the bench top cooker of first flat life, the minuscule yellow and brown scrap of kitchen in our first marital home, the kitchen with the original 1920's Kooka, the kitchen with the mission brown stove, the mysterious appliances of my Shanghai kitchen, and my American life keeping me from the best kitchen I have ever had in Australia. 

It's become a running joke that I can't move into a house without replacing the oven, and boy have I had some interesting rangehoods!

So after nearly 19 years of marriage and countless house moves it is very special and very exciting to have a brand new kitchen totally to our own specifications.

For me, this is lovely.

 So pleased. And so relieved. 

Handles and bench tops still to come....