The Turquoise Kitchen Project

Turquoise on old wooden cabinets...

Iron work...

Washed sea green walls...

Italian and other European dishes...

French cookware...

No doors...

Why?

Because I love seeing all the color,

and the beautiful pieces I have collected over the years.

They lift me up...make me smile...

Each piece has a story...

It was part of a trip...an adventure...

A treasure brought back to the old country house.

Tea Cups...English tea cups...

English china, and some Delft pieces, too...

Memories...trips to Holland oh so many years ago...

And the tea cups conjure up memories of my mother...

Her beautiful collection of fine English tea cups...

And later I created my own collection.

Now I have both.

Treasured heirlooms...

More treasures, at least to me.

The orange vase on the top shelf, upper right...my mother's...

I remember when she bought it...It was early 1960s...

She and my dad had moved into their newly built home...

Her colors....orange, olive green and copper...

The vase...Italian...as are most all the pieces in this cabinet.

There is just something so...so soulful about Italian dishes.

They call to me.  Don't know why.

More cabinets kissed in turquoise...

More European dishes...

More iron....more turquoise...

Everything wrapped in turquoise...

It feels bohemian...

It releases the gypsy in me...

Country Kitchen...

The wooden sign that hangs over the window says it all...

This is an old country kitchen...

It hasn't changed much since my grandmother cooked meals here...

The old country sink was hers...

How could I ever update and tell it goodbye.

No.  Never.  I could not.  Would not...

Even the old walk through pantry has a touch of turquoise...

Turquoise floors...

Daffodil...

Dancing in the Daffodils...

In washed turquoise...

I had to have it.

It was made for a country house with daffodils and a turquoise kitchen...

Cookbooks...

Only a smidgen of my collection...

I love reading cookbooks,

but couldn't live long enough to cook all the recipes I have...

Why on why am I called to cookbooks?

I don't know, 

but I find them comforting and inspiring,

and many are beautiful, too...

Home...

It feels good to be home...

in the newly painted turquoise kitchen...

A bowl of soup?

A glass of wine?

A cup of tea?

Come sit with me for awhile and tell me all about your joys...

What makes you happy?

What inspires you?

Who inspires you?

The old bread box got a kiss of turquoise, too...

The old spice cabinet was washed in white,

with just a tad of turquoise left in the brush...

And every kitchen must have aprons...

Colorful aprons...

Change can be good for the soul...

It can happen quickly...

A can of paint...and a day ( or three)...

Blessings from the country house...

Yaya