Kitchen dreams

My baby boy is 9 months old today. He's a gorgeous wee thing; well-nourished I think is the term. A bit like his mother in that regard. So happy birthday Lewis. xx

Mr Nellie took himself out for breckie this morning, bless him, and called me from the office to give me a run down of the event. For some reason he decided to re-visit Cafe Kara, despite having been sadly disappointed in his meal last time. He is a kind soul, my husband, and far more tolerant and forgiving than I. But he will not return to Kara after this morning's effort.

I would never(!) say "I told you so", but his rock-hard poached eggs that arrived nearly an hour after he arrived were somewhat disappointing. Apparently he enjoyed his coffee when it eventually arrived, but any chance of ordering a second was slim.

Ahhh, Mr Nellie, that'll teach ya for going out for breakfast without your good wife (who incidently had a couple of child-free hours this morning, and was perusing new kitchen plans over coffee at Lansdowne Cafe, SOLO).

Our house renovations commence in the next few weeks, so I am excitedly preparing for shifting the family up the hill (we have a house at Neika where we'll spend the next 3 months while the West Hobart residence gets tarted up). I feel like a kid at Christmas just thinking about my lovely new kitchen being built.... finally some bench space, a large pantry, shiny surfaces and an induction cooktop. Cooking might become enjoyable again. I hope so, because since we moved here 10 months ago, it's been painful and depressing negotiating a kitchen with no cupboard space whatsoever, approx a metre of bench and a 2 hob hotplate.

If I'm to be a professional Housewife (as I told Mr Nellie a few months ago) I need an appropriate space for my creative talents and energies. I need multiple sinks, a Liebherr fridge, induction hotplates, swanky oven, a walk-in pantry with a second fridge, you get the gist....

I will post my before and after shots for your viewing pleasure, OK?

Better run, poor birthday boy has been watching the same DVD for past 40 mins while Mother of the Year blogs away......

Cheers.