- rosalielochner
- 6 days ago
- 2 min read
My messy kitchens is the heart of my home, and maybe we have that in common?

The Internet says my kitchen is dirty and my knickknacks and clutter are gauche signs of failure. It tells me that my kitchen is something to be concealed, and tries to sell me a second (scullery) kitchen to conceal any actual kitchen stuff (photo below)! But even if I “updated” my kitchen to that stark white-on-white-on-chrome HGTV kitchen, there was no way I could use that kitchen for more than a day and have it look like the ones on tv.

I do love it when my kitchen is so clean that it feels like a fresh box of crayons; however, messy is the default state of my kitchen. Within minutes of cleaning my kitchen, there are stacks of lunch boxes, opened cookbooks, butter softening, beans soaking, scattered coffee grounds, pet toys, kid toys, herbs in water, and cereal boxes waiting to be put away. My messy kitchen is the mis en place of full lives: everything is ready to hand, ready to be picked up and used as the day unfolds. Home kitchens are where 8th graders do algebra, where toddlers shape play dough, and where dishes are washed, They are where cookies are baked, tears are dried, pets play, and where people eat, socialize, and live.
I adore photos of messy kitchens. They energize me. When I see someone’s messy kitchen, I am dropped into their bustling lives. I can see the (dis)organization of lived reality reflected back at me. I can see the beating heart of humanity. Fuck those who try and tell us our kitchens are embarrassing. Messy kitchens are beautiful and give me hope for a common future.
I’ll show you my kitchen if you show me yours?
