My house was built in the early 70's, which was readily evidenced by the horrific shag carpeting and dark brown kitchen cabinets when we moved in. We purchased it from the original owner in 1992 and over the years have made many improvements including replacing some of the carpet and repainting the cabinets. As with many things in my life, I have a love/hate relationship with my stove. I HATE it in the summer since with the pilot lights blazing away it's usually too frigging hot to remain in the kitchen very long. However, I adore it in the winter since it's the warmest spot in the house. The cat spends a great deal of time sitting on the griddle in the middle--I had to shove him off to take this picture. The lady who owned the house apparently spent most of her time either taking care of her elderly mother or cleaning--there are some serious scrub marks on the stove. We replaced the hood and keep meaning to do something with that stainless steel backsplash. One of these days.
As with so many other children of a certain age, our parents or grandparents had these stockings made for each of us four girls. Amazingly, mine is still in perfect condition. I guess I would be, too, if I stayed wrapped up in a plastic bag in the dark for 11 months out of the year.
One of my fondest childhood memories is when Mom brought out these mugs and made hot chocolate from scratch. HA HA HA. Can you say EN EE ESS TEE ELL EE ESS? Yup, Nestles made the very best CHAAAAAA-klit. Straight from the can into the hot water. Plop a couple mini-marshmallows on top and wahoo, it's Christmas!!
Oh man, have I got a brutal case of warm & fuzzies right now . . .