There is a lovely french door between our dining room and kitchen. I couldn't think what it was there for. Until today. Cooking onions and cabbage for soup--maybe not a nice fragrance to have wafting through the house. Viola! I pulled the sweet little french door closed and no foul odors could escape into the rest of the house. Bless you again, Mrs. Kelly. (Since she lived here for sixty years, we give her credit for all the details that we like in our home.)
Sunday, October 2, 2011
Good idea!
There is a lovely french door between our dining room and kitchen. I couldn't think what it was there for. Until today. Cooking onions and cabbage for soup--maybe not a nice fragrance to have wafting through the house. Viola! I pulled the sweet little french door closed and no foul odors could escape into the rest of the house. Bless you again, Mrs. Kelly. (Since she lived here for sixty years, we give her credit for all the details that we like in our home.)
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