I spend more time than I want to admit daydreaming of living in a house with a big old country kitchen, with views of green hills and a vegetable patch out the window, and perhaps a few chickens clucking nearby. But for now, I've got this decal that I pasted at the base of one of my kitchen walls as soon as I moved into my Brooklyn apartment. I love the bold accent of color it provides, and though the hint of country-kitsch never fails to make me smile, maybe I'm lucky to not be feeding real chickens.