I’m in a grass-is-always-greener moment where I’d like to give up my life in NYC and retreat to the country to become a farmer. Of course, I wouldn’t want to do any of the actual *work* that goes into running a farm. Instead I’d swan about my beautiful farmhouse kitchen, making scones and tending to my small herb garden. I’d sip on my home-grown herbal tea and make quilts sitting at the kitchen table, or something. One of these kitchens would do nicely I think. Though for now, I may have to suffice with some farmhouse inspired shopping.