I‘ve never much cared for fully-fitted kitchens. If there’s one thing I can’t stand it’s a white lacquered, slow-close, pull-out larder and don’t get me started on marble-topped kitchen islands. Perhaps it’s because I’ve never been able to afford one and I’m secretly resentful? The truth is I didn’t have a cooker for three years because I am so picky, I’d rather go without than have something I can’t stand the sight of.
But as I’ve matured so too has my little kitchen, which now boasts a full set of appliances and a sexy barista-style coffee machine no less. Yes, I’ve come a long way from boiling noodles in my kettle and storing my creepers in the kitchen cupboard days. It may have taken me 12 years but, like all good interiors, the key is to never rush — or compromise.
