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F ³: Wants. I Haz ‘Em

 



I’ve been over here flailing around trying to think of a blog topic and then I realized: it’s Friday. I can do what the heck I want.

So this is what I want. I want a kitchen sink that faces towards the room and I want people to realize that, if they want me to do the dishes, they need to keep me company and talk to me. My kitchen sink faces a wall and we put a lovely photograph of the beach there. It’s attractive but hardly interactive. 

If I cannot have interactive dishwashing my second choice is no dishwashing. I’m flexible.

I want kitchen shelves that can be made to move up or down at the push of a button. I do not want to reach up or bend down ever again. I do not want to have to get up on a kitchen ladder. Make the shelves move for me. Put them on some kind of track.

How, exactly? That’s not my job. I’m the idea person.

I know this is possible because I saw it on HGTV once. Okay, maybe it was on a show called “Extreme Homes.” So what? This is an extreme want.

Lastly: I want kitchen detailing to be a thing. I may have mentioned this here before. Where are the kitchen detailing businesses? How much for an oven? A refrigerator? I am not kidding you here. We need a host of such businesses in this town, offering a variety of services at different price points.

Why do cars get all the bells and whistles? Can you imagine the thrill of having your kitchen appliances get that special treatment? Never again would you look at them and wince, feeling guilt and inadequacy. You might even be inspired to spend more time doing the kinds of things in your kitchen that you’ve always been meaning to do. 

Fun things. Creative things. Things that involve welcoming other people into your kitchen.

It could happen.

How about your wants? It’s Friday, so think big. You know where to send them:

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