I have always wanted a white kitchen, yearned I think might be a more appropriate word. I imagine myself in a stark white apron effortlessly cooking and baking delicious meals for my well-behaved, polo shirt and khaki clad children. Magically all of my dishes are perfectly matched and I have beautiful blooming buds on every gleaming stainless steel and marble surface.
And then I take a look around... My kitchen sink is stacked high with dishes from our small dinner party last night, we were too busy talking and laughing to bother with clean-up. Our table, counter and oven are covered with cupcakes, specks of cupcake batter and chocolate frosting because I had a killer craving for chocolate cupcakes. My daughter and I are still in our jammies. So imagine my delight when I found this kitchen. My dishes wouldn't look so out of place in the sink, the floor is begging to be littered with blocks and books, and chocolate cupcakes round out a breakfast of oatmeal and peaches perfectly.
Laid back, warm, and not too perfect.
images: White Kitchen via black eiffel
Green Kitchen via decor8