When I was a little girl my parents built a kitchen island. I don’t remember the building of it, and I don’t really remember the "before” – but I do remember it being there all of a sudden, a hulking fixture of Formica and walnut-stained wood dividing the kitchen and dining room. On the kitchen side were cabinets (& maybe drawers); on the dining room side was a “breakfast bar,” with two barstools, where I did indeed eat breakfast -cold cereal or instant oatmeal most days, egg-in-a-hole on weekends.
When I was 10, my best friend Missy and I decided to logroll a watermelon. We were very young and very foolish, but we really did think we could walk on a watermelon like a log. Boy, were we wrong, and boy, was my mother furious when she discovered the mess we’d made and unsuccessfully tried to clean up. When we moved a year later, she found watermelon seeds under the island.
The log home we’re hoping to buy when our current house sells needs an island, don’t you think?
These examples all have their charms:
“In a sense, each of us is an island. In another sense, however, we are all one. For though islands appear separate, and may even be situated at great distances from one another, they are only extrusions of the same planet, Earth.” ~ J. Donald Walters
Ha! I love that you tried to logroll a watermelon. Being a kid is so awesome.
Those islands are fantastic. I am in love with the last two from country living. Not just the islands, but the rooms themselves!
So many possibilities with kitchen islands! I wish our little kitchen was big enough to accomodate one.
So nice to meet someone who actually knows where Mountain View is! :)
Johanna, I'm particularly smitten with the log cabin kitchen, no doubt because I've got my heart set on a log home on 8 wooded acres with Blue River frontage (top pic) - but they're all great. I like the last one because the plastic trash cans show - hello, real life!
Liz, I bet I could find MV in my sleep! : )
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