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From My Christmas Wish List to Yours!

One of my favorite stores, West Elm, has now opened a special section called The Market. It specializes in kitchen, garden and personal care.


Lets just say I am in love. If I had unlimited resources to spend in one store to do a total overhaul on my house, it would be West Elm, and now with the new Market, I am in lust too.


So here are a few of my favorites. Check it out and maybe you'll get some great Christmas ideas for someone on your list. Or maybe my hubby will see this and get a great idea for me! Hint, hint!


Enjoy!



Incredibly large, amazing cutting board. I've seen these boards doubling as art hanging on the wall, then they take up no storage space!

Cast iron Dutch oven. Great for one-pot meals.
These glass jars come in varying sizes. I'm thinking they would work well for brown sugar with that rubber seal.



I would definitely get plenty of use out of a cheese knife set during the holidays and all year round.



Copper measuring spoons. Seriously? Fantastic.



Just drying my dishes with this happy little tea towel would make doing dishes better. Ok, maybe not, but a girl can dream.



The picture of these jars says it all. Love.



Ok and last but not least check out this fridge. It would totally not work for my family of four, but its so happy i can't help but love it! Just check out the website to see the fantastic wine bottle holder thats built in!

Hope you enjoyed this quick little round up of some of my favorite things. Sorry, now you'll be singing that for a while. I apologize.

What are you coveting this holiday season, kitchen gadgets, toys for the kids, or are you focusing more on the true meaning of the holidays? I'd love to hear what you're doing to make the holidays special. Thanks for stopping by!

 

 

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