It’s not the 4th yet, but the flowers are peacocking, the coffee’s putting in emotional labor, and the yellow fridge? Loud. Proud. Built like retro mustard and stealing the show.
I lit a candle, nodded at a mini flag, and held a full conversation with the sponge.
Call it mindfulness. Call it seasonal confusion.
Call it what happens when your kitchen is cuter than your weekend plans.
From Tasha Holland-Kornegay—where the appliances are bright, the soap is lavender, and the vibe is just unhinged enough.
