Ripping Brain Images

Yesterday, as I was bustling around my tiny kitchen in my tiny apartment, one of four in a tiny yellow house, whipping up dinner, spaghetti and chicken, and dessert, a delicious, but rather runny, pudding pie - must remember, when it comes to pudding, less milk is more - I let my mind wander down it's familiar grooves to dreaming about my dream kitchen. For years I've been imagining the same place, sometimes the seasons change in my fantasy or the people, but the kitchen is always the same. Sturdy. Spartan. The kind of place where you could attack some bread dough and not be afraid of getting flour on the floor. When suddenly my brain did one of those very rare but truly wonderful acrobatic leaps and I remembered seeing some pictures, not to long ago, that had very much the same atmosphere as my kitchen - the dream one not the tiny one. I quick jumped on the web and found the pictures. They're from a post done by Pia about a house she visited while on her last trip home. They come so very close to how I imagine my dream kitchen looking that it's almost like someone ripped the images straight from my brain.