The kitchen in my dreams

I dreamed about a house again the other night. I don’t think I’ve ever mentioned it before but I often dream of houses, in my sleep and while daydreaming. One of my favorite things to imagine is of course, the kitchen! In one of my favorite house dreams I find myself living in an old converted brick church. It’s gorgeous. I envision a large open living area with one huge room that includes the kitchen, living room, and dining room on the main floor. The ceilings are high above my head and dark beams with stories to tell. I can almost smell the wood.

In my perfect kitchen there is a large expanse of gorgeous dark granite counter top. The back splash is wide and covered with lots of mini tiles in neutral browns and maybe green. There is a curving bar that overlooks the family room with lots and lots of adjustable bar stools so we can entertain our family and friends of all ages. My stove, Oh my dream stove is a ginormous 6 burner beast with a double oven where I can cook massive amounts of breads and pies for holiday feasts. In my imaginary kitchen I have a large pantry to hide away all of the clutter, there is a bowl of fruit on the big marble topped island where I can roll out pie dough and cut cookie shapes with room to spare.

Then I wake up… but I keep dreaming!