It's been about 6 months since I've talked about one of my most exciting, most biggest of project dreams. Remember my wishes for an awesome pantry? Can I give ya little a hint? Throw ya a frickin' bone here?
Ahhh, yes. Sugar Pie Farmhouses' pantry dream. I stare at this picture, and I sigh.
I dreamt of something just like this in this little space I have here in my entry:
On the other side of the wall with my french door, is my pantry.
As seen here. So,
can you see it? I dreamt of knocking out the wall behind my pantry and extending it-- having those big beautiful cabinets that stick out in front, possibly frame in the wall in the back and have a peek-through window. . .
Let me tell you why I sat on this project for so long. 'N it's not just because it's a massive amount of work.
Both these walls you see here?
Load-bearing. I am sooooo not messing with that. That alone was enough for me to re-think things.
It wasn't even putting this project on "the back-burner", if you will; it was more like sticking it in the fridge and forgetting about it.
And then, for some reason--
I started thinking about it again. Perhaps it was that moment when I'm half awake in the morning, or perhaps it was when I was wasting all the hot water in the shower. Those are my best thinking times.
That was when I realized I'd been going about this alllllll wrong.
Those walls up there don't need to be messed with.
You know what this could be? Not an extension of the pantry, really. . . but more like it's own awesome space . . .
Perhaps it shall be, "The Larder".
Or, OR!! It shall be "The Butler's Pantry".
It's where my Mr. Carson lives--
perhaps it's kinda like so.
And with shelves like THESE!
And the door on the side could be these cool swinging bar-type doors! Oh, ho my mind was going with ideas! Plans were formulated! Materials were purchased in my brain!
I even removed all my decorative items in that area. I cried a little, inside.
And then, and then. . . .
the hubs kinda poo-pooed it.
He's not sold on this "Butler Pantry/Larder" idea of mine.
And what is wrong with this idea?? I ask you?? Because if this wrong, well then, I don't want to be right.
I hope to convince him. Make him his favorite cookies. Rub his shoulders. Show him pictures-- whisper sweet nothings in his ear.
Whatever it takes, people. I am ready to get all up on this project.
And p.s., I'd like to kill whoever changed blogger around to this idiotic format. Kill.
That is all.