

These are the cabinets my grandparents bought for the house when they were starting out their family. Fifty (sixty?) years later and we're starting our little family with the same center of nourishment as my mom's parents did.
The worn white vinyl floors and chipping turquoise paint (that's what you get when you ask for the cheapest paint they've got) are on their way out {nope, no naps this past weekend}. In are the blue and white diamond linoleum floor tiles and navy blue paint (the semi-gloss I bought for the nursery but decided it had too much sheen).

Once completed, I'm expecting the clouds to break open and a ray of light shine down upon me from the heavens. At that point I will be miraculously able to complete gourmet meals 1) with complete and utter abandon, liberated from the oppression of meal planning, 2) in 30 minutes or less, with only my left hand due to the baby slung casually, but happily, upon my hip, 3) all organic, locally grown, and easily sourced inspiring foods, and completed 4) without breaking a sweat. Stay tuned to find out what happens!
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