I know it's pretty tragic to give a virtual wolf whistle to a woman from 1961, a woman who's most likely dead, or at least gone from having wrinkles to having pleats, but that's a lovely young lady. I'm just saying.
Moving on, that's a lovely young lady who's most likely got a bruise or two concealed with that hair-do. Check out the cabinets, which are all at convenient forehead-bruising height. And notice where the knobs are, just to the left of the "in the new" copy. They're several inches up from the corner, where your leverage is decreased, so you end up pulling harder, and blam! The Cabinets O' Death have claimed another victim.
Also, unless there's a mighty pillar where those two walls of windows meet, behind that lady is some drafty, leaky, most likely heavily caulked space.
The best part of the whole thing? That pineapple-and-cherry asterisk on the ham in the oven.