I lived in Indiana, and I headed off to a Relief Society Meeting (know what a Relief Society Meeting is? Well, double-pound to the chest than sisters ;), and the meeting was about "Organizing Our Homes".
And we all know I need that.
I remember it so well. There was a chick a tad bit older than me that they'd ask to speak, and she was all,
"Everyone says my house is always clean. And it is. And that's because everything is organized. Everything has a place, and so I can clean up fast."
Now, I thought a few things simultaneously:
1. Wow I wish my house was like that.
2. I don't think I can be friends with this lady.
3. This lady is kind of annoying.
4. Is she lying? She might be lying.
Tole ya before I might be the worlds most disorganized person. Had a neighbor over the other day and I was putting a few things away in the kitchen, and she was all,
"Did you just. . .throw that bowl into your cabinet?"
Oh. Right. I forget normal people don't do that.
So. . . I'm a tad on the disorganized side in thee ole kitchen. There's just not enough space. And no it doesn't have to do with all my ice cream dishes, okay? Gosh.
Incidentally, my fabulous sister in law and a bloggy buddy, Shelly, hooked me up with these totally awesome banana split dishes when I said I wanted some a while back. So between Rachael and Shelly, I have a freaking awesome collection of banana split dishes.
Shelly sent me some with sprinkles. Sprink-les.
Ladies: thank you. You are the best.
But I digress. See this spot above my fridge?
I thought to myself, "self, you should utilize that blank space over the fridge."
I should, shouldn't I? All we're using it for at this juncture is to house the board games we don't want destroyed by my punks.
(Kids call Dominion "Domination". Heehee. 'S a pretty good name too.)
So, I got to building. Used melamine to escape painting. 'Cause we all know I hate to paint the crap I build.
Clearly this is before I cleaned out the garage. . . anywho. . .
I know-- I could have had cabinets installed, but I like open shelving. I figured this would do a few things for me-- I can display my prettier stuff, whilst taking some pressure off my disastrous cabinets.
That up there, is my fail, you know what? I'm not going to call anything a "failure" anymore; everything is a "prototype". That is a prototype of what I want in there.
Eventually. When I'm not discouraged about my prototypes. Show you later.
And? Here we are.
And. . . it was meant to house pretty things.
These are not my pretty things. But holy crap balls it has really helped my kitchen. Drawer beneath the oven? I can close it now.
Aaaahhh. I feel so liberated.