In My Kitchen, or just outside of it… is a brightly colored windsock. For 3-1/2 months (going on 4) we’ve been holed up in temporary quarters after an electrical fire destroyed our home (and everything in it), which left us wondering “What are we going to do?” and “Where will we live?” (And where am I going to cook?)
Well, it’s time to celebrate! Behind the rainbow-hued flip flop windsock is our next home. (More on that in a minute.) But first, allow me to express my gratitude to Celia of Fig Jam and Lime Cordial (who hostesses In My Kitchen) for her deeply caring heart, and my daughter, Pamela, for making our plight known. (Love ya, Bebe Girl!)
Thanks to them — and to my IMK friends around the world (and friends Stateside) — your compassionate donations added up to a new stove and a refrigerator In My Kitchen, which will forever remind me of “you” … and I can’t thank you enough! xo
I’d hoped to share some updated photos of the stove and fridge (sorry for the repeat from Celia’s post, but this is it until next month) when I discovered my camera batteries were “exhausted.” I know how they feel! Transitioning from ‘temporary’ (especially when we’re still waiting on running water and propane) has meant hauling buckets up and down the driveway two pails at a time — one “wash,” one rinse — and it’s been slow going. But we’re making progress!
All of our “wondering” questions (and many prayers) were answered in the form of an old adage: “There’s no place like home.” Since we’d lived/rented the lake house for over 7 years and loved the location, we asked our landlord if he’d lease us the lots. (Yippee, yes!) We couldn’t afford to build a house, so we did the next best thing… we moved one.
Here are a few photos from ‘moving day’ as our double-wide mobile home (basically a trailer that’s constructed in “halves,” hauled, and later hooked together) made it down The Hill.
Coming down The Hill
The Big Turn
Around the Bend
Up the driveway
Almost in place
Hooked together at last
The trick (besides moving it!) was finding a home within our post-fire budget. Some of them are as expensive as newly constructed homes. But, The Man Of Few Words is a handy-man extraordinaire and we eventually found a ‘fixer upper.’ :) Thank you, God!
It took a lot of faith, foresight, and imagination to transform our future abode from this…
Dining Room before
Dining Room before
Living Room before
Living Room before
“Mud room” before
Kitchen with new flooring
Living Room in progress
Bedroom with new carpeting and “wall”
Okay, that was more of a ‘house tour’ than an IMK peek, but I’m sooo excited about getting back to LIVING and cooking In My Kitchen…
and our next HOME! :)
Of course, there’s still a lot of outside work to be done yet.
What used to be our deck
Russ’s temporary “steps” ;)
Fire debris — ever present
But, as I said, we’re making progress every day! (Snow & ice storms notwithstanding.)
One of the first things to arrive In My Kitchen was this stainless steel potato masher to replace my Grandma’s antique potato masher — a gift from Liz Posmyk of Bizzy Lizzy’s Good Things. (Thank you, Liz, xo!) It’s a high-tech wonder that does a marvelous job of reducing spuds into “fluff” in no time! xo
(Who says you can’t combine nostalgia with new?!)
Also, the cheerful striped kitchen towel (one of four, with 2 sets of bath towels to boot, not to mention assorted goodies!) were from my friend, Ally Phillips. (Thanks, Ally, xo.)
If you’ve ever questioned “goodness” in this world… wondered if it still exists… well… my life (and kitchen) are evidence that it does.
To all of you who contributed to our fundraiser, if there’s any way possible to personally thank you in the coming months, I’ll find it. (I was raised to acknowledge gifts with a thank you note!) In the meantime, thank YOU from the bottom of my heart… Celia, Pamela, Liz, Ally, everybody. xoxo!
Enjoying one day closer to being In My Kitchen “for real,”