I regard these un-kitcheny kitchens the same way I think of Martha Stewart: with a mix of admiration and loathing hatred. The feeling of jealousy when something is so perfect that anything you do will never be as good. It's the sort of suspicion that it's too perfect, and you hope like crazy that there's some sort of deep secret. Like that this is their fake kitchen, and their real kitchen is hidden in some dark, disgusting corner of the house.
Image (and resulting feelings of inadequacy) courtesy of Apartment Therapy
That's a thought. Like in IKEA where they have the cardboard version of a Plasma TV...They probably just eat take-out anyway, if that makes you feel better!
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