Heima, Part 2

12 Mar

The kitchen here is tiny (though not as tiny as the Teensy Weensy Cafe).  A blessing and a curse, to be sure, but mostly a blessing.  It means that when stuff drops on the floor, I don’t stress because sweeping the whole kitchen only takes about 30 seconds.  And amazingly, it stays pretty clean, b/c again, it just doesn’t take that long to tidy up.  But one thing I love about this kitchen is the table where we eat all our meals together.  It’s cozy and small, but it looks so peaceful at night and first thing in the morning, when it’s been wiped clean of all the day’s gunk, and set right, with that cheery table cloth, and one light on in case one of us gets up for water or a snack.

I love that this table greets me in the morning when I bring Everett in, plop him in his booster seat where he will often play or snack happily while I make coffee and breakfast, because he loves sharing that table with us, so much more than he liked a high chair.  I also love the bright orange walls and the art by the woman who owns this flat, full of images from other parts of the world and lots of color to brighten the oft-grey and white world of concrete apartment buildings and Iceland’s winter sky.


Posted by on March 12, 2012 in At Home, Writings


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2 responses to “Heima, Part 2

  1. crystal

    March 12, 2012 at 5:46 pm

    Love the warmth! 🙂

  2. Andrea Baldwin

    March 12, 2012 at 10:44 pm

    Love… all. 🙂


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