My new kitchen is lovely. My camera is broken and my iphone photos aren't doing any justice to the space, so I've borrowed some images from So Happy Home. I can tell you that a visually clean, organized, monochromatic work space is exactly what I needed after the "uniqueness" of the old kitchen. We're slowly moving everything back in, but we're being judicious with what returns and what gets packed away for a spring yard sale. We're cooking as much as we can; I've already managed to start a fire in my oven (everything and everyone is fine) AND give myself a burn on my arm that will probably produce a scar I'll have for the rest of my life. I know you're reading this and thinking I'm being careless but I like to think it means I'm bad-ass in the kitchen. Or something like that.