Stories of New Kitchens

Once upon a time, there was a house.

It was quite charming and not in need of much work.

After living in the ghetto and remodeling the entire former house, 

the royal family was quite content with the newer charming house.

Except the queen really hated the kitchen.

The cabinets were very small, with wasted space above them.  And they were constructed out of three different woods.  And nailed and caulked to the walls haphazardly.  And the microwave was not centered over the oven.  And there was a bunch of wasted space in an area that was too small to be an eat-in area as well.  As if the person who constructed the kitchen was highly intoxicated.  Hopefully.

Lucky for the queen, the king just so happened to have been a carpenter in his former life. 

So he agreed to give the queen a new kitchen.

So he tore out the kitchen, and began a remodel.

And then went to the academy, and then tore his ACL and needed surgery, and then...

But I digress.

The king finished the cabinets this past weekend.  And the queen is very happy.

All is well in the kingdom. 

Except that the queen's camera got knocked onto the ground by a princess and thus is in the repair shop, so she can only show off her new kitchen with phone photos.  

Which incidentally explains the lack of recent blog posts as well. 

Alas, I present... the kitchen.