Kitchen Foofying at the Cottage

My recent tv culinary tour with Nigella Lawson and around her kitchen, or what more likely is probably a staged set of her kitchen has had me champing at bit to start some foofying in the Beach Cottage kitchen. 

There were three main things that I thought might turn me into a goddess, floating around the kitchen happily.  First some twinkly lights, gotta surely make the end of the day feeding-of-family a bit less arduous.  Then some vintaging up – some old bowls, china and bottles.  Then some colour, you know I love white but I wanted something in there and my new Cath Kidston mugs and cookery books were just the ticket.

We ripped out the kitchen when we did the reno and were left with a very nice, very tiny, square room, freshly painted and eagerly waiting a kitchen fitter…a few stupefyingly high quotes later and I took myself off to trusty IKEA to see what I could find.  I'd always hankered after a stand-alone kitchen, for what reason I don't know.   And there was one there I liked, modern, rusticy, country.  Price?   Amazingly low.  Oh how wonderful I could simply bring it home and Mr BC could simply erect it and slot it into place.  Easy peasy.  How many things have you bought from IKEA that are easy?  Errrm, yeah, if you're like us, that would be none.  Nothing was easy.  Buying it was a drawn out process of many trips as nothing was ever all in stock at the same time, staff were no more in the know than we were, getting it home was tricky and erecting it was accompanied by much sweat with Mr Beach Cottage eyeing me with disdain…

There happened to be another mummy at the school having a kitchen done too, although not quite to the same budget constraints and a bit more, ya know, yummy-mummy-banker-husbandy.  One morning over coffee she gushingly told us all about it being imported from Italy and how staggeringly expensive it is to import marble to Australia.  With that they all turned around and asked me where I was importing mine from, I'm assuming there were a number of European establishments that might of fit the bill…I guffawed to myself and before realising what I was doing blurted out…"oh errm, Sweden" 

too funny