All of the kitchen feels

Day 21

I've been a bad, bad, blogger. Tonight I had a bit of a kitchen warming party for a few of my closest friends who were eager to see the new space I've been banging on about and.... oops! I didn't take pictures.


Here's my youngest son Charlie, putting some mince pies out and, other than a panoramic view on my Instagram stories, I'm afraid that's your lot. But look, all is not lost because I hadn't had chance to dress it properly so the pretty photos can wait. Instead, I'd really like to tell you in words, not pictures (which I promise will come over Christmas) how the new kitchen feels.

Weeeelllllll......   It's brand spanking new and somehow it feels like it's always been here. I've dreamt out this space so often, it feels weirdly familiar. It's definitely a space for laughing, chatting, eating, drinking and dancing like nobody is watching. (Although they probably are watching because those glass doors are flipping massive and it's lit up like Las Vegas, inside and out). It feels vast, yet toasty warm with this great big island pulling everyone together. It feels luxurious, but not precious and - fittingly since the kitchen itself is from Magnet - it feels like this is the rightful hub of the home where we are all instinctively drawn. A welcoming place where my little family and our increasingly bigger lives all meet in the middle. 

And when your kitchen feels like that, it really doesn't matter what it looks like, does it? Sorry if you were looking forward to photos but the sofa arrives tomorrow and then you'll be sick of my snaps, I promise!

Claire x