Here's my kitchen which has a permanent morning-after-the-night-before feel to it. Note the carefully prepared 'old beige towel' back drop through the 'picture' window...
Note the absence of freshly baked goods in the cake stand (which is permanently out as it has no home to speak of). The rotting bananas, long past 'fresh banana bread' stage. The three pack of dummies to feed the two year old's unbreakable pack-a-day habit. The broken-down, rusty old dishwasher and resulting piles of dishes in the dish rack (miraculously washed). The bottles of plonk resting enticingly on the ancient stove top. Numerous containers permanently housed on the dividing-half-wall that screens persnickety dinner guests from the nastiness of preparing said dinner, but still allows the host to join in the chit chat. Oh yes, the kitchen.
Now, meet my Third Drawer Down, where the real me lurks like a festering wound. Hold your breath, we're diving in...
You will not be surprised to learn that it doesn't actually close properly.
Moving on from the hungover kitchen, down the hall is Capper's bedroom, an oasis for the creative spirit.
Capper's bedroom previously featured in a Maxabella post, but it was the other end of the room that was cunningly displayed. Editing is a beautiful thing, isn't it Home Beautiful?
Here's a close-up of that sweet, little girl desk...
And one of the 'why did I think free-access to art in the bedroom was a great idea' carpet...
... and her sagging art string which was also a great idea at the time but, unlike in the magazines, she refuses to hang just 5 themed pictures tidily in a row.
See the Doll's House and Princess Palace there? They're not faring much better...
Police are investigating the possibility of a homicidal maniac on the loose in Maxabellaland. He's already claimed two victims in the Princess Palace and it is feared that next door he has brutally stabbed Doll's House Mum to death...
... no wait, scrap that. This is a clear case of Death By Ironing After Drinking Large Pot of Tea.
Oh boy did I enjoy that anti-over-styled life moment... So, ah, what's it like at your place?
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I rewound this post at the Fibro on 1.4.2011
Clearly I can't get enough humiliation.