Providence Kitchen
Example of a large beach style u-shaped medium tone wood floor kitchen pantry design with a farmhouse sink, recessed-panel cabinets, white cabinets, quartzite countertops, white backsplash, subway tile backsplash, stainless steel appliances and an island
Thanks for such a great ask! So I'll return the same;
When's the last time you were on a boat or ship?
Gosh, it has been a long time. The last time I was on any kind of water-going conveyance was in 2019, when I was visiting family in Rhode Island. We took a chartered motor boat into Narragansett Bay in commemoration of our grandmother, who had passed away at age 95 in the past year.
We were off Newport, and this is when I learned that SSV Oliver Hazard Perry was a thing (a sail training vessel built in 2015, after I left RI), and I took this picture of her:
I am planning on visiting Put-in-Bay this summer: much needed boat time and keeping the Perry theme going. :)
in RI there's this rhyme they used to teach little puritan children about the five big islands in Narragansett Bay: "Patience, Prudence, Hope and Despair; and who could forget little Hog over there?"
They have cute rhymes about pigs, I’ll grant them that
Chapter 1 of Eruri Lighthouse keepers fic is up! :)
Part: 1/?
Words: 3.7k
Rating: M
Tags: Lighthouse Keepers AU, post ww2, slow burn, pining, hurt/comfort, getting together
Summary:
Sometimes, as the winds of Narragansett Bay whip at his cold-flushed face and aching hands, Levi wonders how life has led him here. Here: atop four winding flights of stairs, seventy-three feet in the air, polishing a fifty year old light bulb several times larger than his head.
His predecessor had complained about the loneliness while showing him around the place. Told him it makes you go mad. Levi doesn’t mind it though. In fact, he finds the isolation oddly comforting. In the middle of the ocean there are no generals or foremen screaming at him to get back to work. There are no sly insults on his stature, or reprimands regarding his attitude. Atop Whale Rock there is only steel, stone, and the occasional seabird cawing overheard.
Rhode Island, 1846. Estranged from his family, writer Merritt Fernsby is surprised when he inherits a remote estate in the Narragansett Bay. Though the property has been uninhabited for more than a century, Merritt is ready to call it home—until he realizes he has no choice. With its doors slamming shut and locking behind him, Whimbrel House is not about to let Merritt leave. Ever.
Hulda Larkin of the Boston Institute for the Keeping of Enchanted Rooms has been trained in taming such structures in order to preserve their historical and magical significance. She understands the dangers of bespelled homes given to tantrums. She advises that it’s in Merritt’s best interest to make Whimbrel House their ally. To do that, she’ll need to move in, too.
Prepared as she is with augury, a set of magic tools, and a new staff trained in the uncanny, Hulda’s work still proves unexpectedly difficult. She and Merritt grow closer as the investigation progresses, but the house’s secrets run deeper than they anticipated. And the sentient walls aren’t their only concern—something outside is coming for the enchantments of Whimbrel House, and it could be more dangerous than what rattles within.