what i do in my fishbowl of a kitchen after dark with all the lights on.

in our kitchen, the entire south wall is floor-to-ceiling glass (and sometimes belowthefloor-to-ceiling glass).  after i painted all the trim in there when we moved, i was tempted to not put any kind of curtains up, but todd thought they needed at least something, so we settled on some sheers.

a friend once asked me if i ever felt exposed because of those windows, which i guess never really occurred to me as being a possibility, so i replied, 'not really.  it's not like i do anything weird in my kitchen.'

last night i sat in an armchair right up next to the glass, nursing my baby, reading a book and picking my nose.  that's how i do.