Kitchen Magazines
I grew up on a diet of fairytales Devouring every bit of magic I could get my hands on When Cinderella, Aladdin and Snow White ran out of steam, all that was left Were kitchen magazines They were sitting in a stack, waiting for the next visitor to open them a crack So I traded enchanted forests for Granite countertops and stainless steel sinks Whirlwind romances for state-of-the-art appliances Lightwash cabinets and hardwood floors Became a new fantasy world to explore My dream kitchen... green cabinets, natural light streaming in was a picture Of who I could be, the kind of life I would lead Would I be the mother who baked treats every afternoon? A clean freak? Or would we sit on the counters sipping Coffee in our morning shoes? I never stopped believing in fairytales I just started writing them myself...