I walked into the first home – actually the servant’s quarters – and yelled “Mom! Come look at this kitchen!” She walked into the room and said “It looks like my kitchen!” And I said “And the kitchen I want”. Apparently Caroline and I would have done just fine in a servant’s cabin in Lake Tahoe in the 1920s.
Look at that subway tile. And honeycomb tile. And the fabulous flour and sugar canisters. And the big basin sink. And the white cabinets with classic black hardware. Timeless.