The Kitchen

I took the curtain down over my kitchen sink on Thursday to wash it.

If you've known me for more than five minutes, you know what happened next.

I decided I should wash the window while I was at it.  And since I was there, I may as well clean the four little shelves on either side of the sink.

Oh lordy, can you see it coming?  Literally, floor to ceiling clean sweep.  Yes, I even washed the ceiling.  And put up a second shelf on the soffit for my blue glass. And washed all the blue glass.  And all the things on the shelves over the ice chest.  And the cupboards (I HATE WASHING THE CUPBOARDS).  And touched them up - which is basically repainting because they're always so beat up and stained from the lack of an exhaust fan over the stove.

So this is what happens when I decide to take on a simple task, such as washing a curtain:

I took the curtain down Thursday at 3:30. 

Needless to say, we ate pizza that night.

I finally got the last few things put away yesterday.

Yes, the fridge is still in a terrible place, there's still no dishwasher, the counter still has little leaves all over it, the cupboards are still way too low for anything to fit under, and it's still super tiny.  

But it's clean.

Here's my sparkly clean, workhorse of a kitchen:

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