Hello, Houston.
We have a kitchen.
And when I say a kitchen, I mean:
Indoors.
Running Water.
Refrigeration.
Gas burners worthy of a rocket launch.
And… it’s cute, to boot.
Personally, when it comes to creative endeavours I prefer the 2 dimensional kind — words on paper, that sorta thing. But it does feel good to know that we’ve pumped a little new life into an old bungalow and we’re still upright, speaking to one another and — ta da — eating home cooked meals again! Wahooo!!!!!
Yea! Congratulations!
Ummm… my fellow princess … Pictures, please! (This for the cooking junkie who believes this is Need-to-Know stuff!)
Photo???
HUGE congratulations, Liz! You must be SO happy! Welcome back to civilization!