A long time ago, in a season far, far away, Margaret asked to see our dirty dishes... I mean our kitchens with a view; specifically, the view from our kitchen sink. You can see a Madonna and Child standing there in the middle trying to coax me into one more load of dirty pots and pans. Here she is again in all her loveliness.My Czech ancestry requires me to have at least one Infant of Prague statue. This one is my Kitchen Infant (there is a second one in my bedroom). The Madonna is a discontinued Fontanini statue that was a gift from Husband. She may not be a traditional one, but she is my Kitchen Madonna.
*I am going to post a carnival of all the Kitchen Madonnas that have been sent my way on Monday. Let me know if you want to join in with a post of your own.