Ok, so I am cheating. I told you I wasn't going to show you any pictures of our apartment until I had it looking better. But, Nate says that I only have until Sunday to talk about how much I hate my kitchen. Oh, I'm sorry... kitchenETTE!!! Yeah, he doesn't want to hear me complain about it anymore, to him or to anyone else, but I told him I needed to, I don't know why, maybe I want people to feel sorry for me?? Couldn't tell ya. So he gave me until Sunday, and then... no more. (At least not when he can hear it... hehe ;)
So, here is a picture of my kitchenETTE:
In this one, you can see the door jams, so you know that it is only as wide as a door frame
As you can see, there was approximately zero exaggeration when I told you that it was the size of a closet. Oh, and in case you were thinking that part of it was cut off by the camera... it wasn't... this is all of it!!! By the way, I can't really fit in that little space between the baby stove and the counter. It is barely big enough to allow the cupboards to open all the way. How am I supposed to create master pieces in that? It's hard enough to make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich in there, let a lone a pork roast and mashed potatoes and salad... or a scrumptious cake made from scratch with mint dark chocolate ganache with a chocolate mousse with strawberries in it???!!?!? I don't know if I can do it, to be honest with you. Last night, some friends from the ward had us over for dessert, and I was honestly coveting her tiny kitchen. Just the fact that her fridge was IN the kitchen, seemed like a luxury. Sigh...
Sympathies will be welcomed in the comments section.