Speaking of Grandmother's Attic, this is my final post on kitchens for a while. I'm rather sick of them, especially mine. Sometimes, mine even turns my stomach. Ha! Anywho, I'm not always fair with my readers. As my mother once said, "How you make this little dump look so good cracks me up." True. She said that or something very close.
I do it this way — I show you this, which is bad enough ↓
rather than that...↑
Let's try that again. This...↓
And not that...↑
One last time... ↓
And not that↑
This post is dedicated to Ceekay who stamped her foot so cutely during her tantrum on the 14th that I had to indulge her a little.
Have a super day! It's a corker here and I'm mowing the lawn. What a way to spend the final day of spring.