Due to the weather (oh no, done it, mentioned the weather already, any minute now I will mention ice and then I will be just like everyone else!) and the fact that Mother Nature has seen fit to build me my very own ice rink on the deck of HQ (unfortunately not quite as glamorous as the Rockefeller Centre in New York, or even the outdoor rink in Glasgow) I am unable to get in and out of the place. Well that's my excuse and it's way too cold to be out there anyway.
So I have been holed up in the kitchen for the past week and I am working from there. This is all very well, cosy and warm, but it does have it's drawbacks. Too much easy access to the fridge, biscuit tin and aga. Too many jolly programmes on tv urging me to bake mince pies, adverts showing me where to buy them, and worse, I can now get two boxes for the price of one!
To avoid looking at all these delights on tv I look around the kitchen, at the moment, my little corner of the world.
I realize I spend more time in here than anywhere else. Over the years it has sort of grown and morphed into my own space, more so than HQ. These are snaps I took yesterday, just photos of bits and bobs in the kitchen. They are me, these bits and pieces. They are the bricks and mortar that build up a life really. The small things, the little details that you look at day in and day out and never really think about.
This painting is a watercolour I bought years and years ago. Friends thought I was loopy hanging a big painting in the kitchen, but to me it is the perfect place for it. The picture reminds me of a courtyard on the island of Crete. I can remember the warmth of the sun, the taste of the wine and the relaxation in the bones, whenever I look at it. It takes me to another place another time. When I look at the rain and wind outside the kitchen window I can simply turn my head and see this warming scene, and for a split second step into that court yard and relax in the sun.
Taking these photos made me realize that there is a bit of a theme in my kitchen – birds. Now I am not really a birdy person. Oh I love seeing them flying about outside and I put out food for them etc throughout the year. But I never thought of myself as the sort of person who collected birdy things. Well I guess I must be that person after all. Looking round my kitchen I see feathered friends popping up everywhere.
For a non birdy person I seem to have a bit of a flock around me! Is it all the years of sewing Tweedy Pie robins that has made me collect the damn things? Thank God it's nearly Christmas and the robin will be retiring for good, never to be made again.
There are of course other animals in the kitchen. What kitchen would be complete without a cat on the sink insisting that he can only ever drink from a running tap and water in a bowl on the floor is so not an option!
I even noticed that Idgy has infiltrated the kitchen with her animals. These tiny critters (the ferret measures less than an inch tall) live on the dresser beside all the plates, cups, scales, birds and glasses.
There is food in my kitchen, alongside all the animals and memories. but it is almost as if the food is the sideline, the rest of life has sort of taken over in here.
More art, more memories. This is my favourite picture and it has pride of place in the kitchen. Idgy painted this angel as a Christmas card to me way back when she first started school. Instead of the usual scenario of saying 'I must frame that and keep it', I actually did, and it has hung in the kitchen ever since.Part of the bricks and mortar that build up our lives.
They say that the kitchen is the heart of a home. Oh yes, that is so true. My kitchen is me. I'm glad it is too cold to work in HQ during the winter, I get to reaquaint myself properly with my friend the kitchen.