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What it looks like in one of my happy places (a Sunday short post)

My kitchen in the afternoon...





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Unknown said…
It looks lovely, Julie. If I had access to it, it would be one of my favorite places, too!

P.S. Hi there!
S said…
gorgeous yellows.
Girlplustwo said…
i love seeing where you move about your life.
flutter said…
what a lovely place!
Anonymous said…
I think that's the color I want for my family room. I love it in your kitchen. (And it looks so clean. mine is such a disaster, I came in here to calm myself before I attacked it. I'm off.)
painted maypole said…
oh, that does look like a happy place!
Anonymous said…
Pretty. Can't decide if that yellow or pumpkin orange is my favorite color, these days.
jeanie said…
I love sunflowers (d'uh!) and yellow is so cheerful - but orange is definitely my favourite colour.

I also love that Van Gogh print (it is a print, right LOL) - so nice to see where you have your happy place.
Anonymous said…
Love Van Gogh and the yellow.
Mad said…
Lovely but how do you handle all that tidiness and beauty. I'm chompin' at the bit to throw some newspapers and toast crumbs into the mix.
So lovely and peaceful.

Heidi
Maisy said…
Beauty, peace, warmth.

And a post I could read all the way through!

Ali
Aliki2006 said…
I too loved this visual visit into your favorite things...beautiful.
Kyla said…
A very calming view, I think.

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