If you’ve seen my kitchen, you know that it really kind of sucks. It’s small and lacks both counter and storage space. However, it’s supposedly an eat-in kitchen, so there’s an open spot against one wall.
We acquired a small butcher block/cart thing which provides extra storage and a place for the cats to eat (we keep their food up so the dog can’t get to it), and that + the dog’s food area + trash can basically filled the space.
But! Darren brought me home a rocking chair last week. I’ve been wanting one for a while. It needs to be re-painted, as its previous owners did a really slapdash job of throwing on some white paint. Anyway, it didn’t fit in the living room very well, so I moved some stuff around a little and now I have a rocking chair in the kitchen. It’s basically the greatest thing ever. Waiting for the oven to preheat? Rock. Husband is cooking and you want to hang out? Rock. This morning I ate cereal and rocked.
This isn’t really going anywhere. I just want to throw this out there: rocking chair. Kitchen. Advisable.