Do you remember when I wanted this pantry?
No. I can't talk about this. It's too soon.
Well, about that time, I had this crazy idea that I could make my pantry
(say hello to my pantry. Ew, I do not miss that carpet. I need a new picture.)
fabulous on the inside. You know, like clean. Orderly. Like, you might even want to leave the door open just to show people how fabulous it is inside.?.
Sorta like this awesome pantry.
Or this one.
Here's the thing, though: we like to keep food in our pantry, mainly. You might be surprised by this, but we don't eat paper towels or Kitchen Aids. But, you know, everyone's different. And that's okay.
So. What I'm saying is, is we keep a lot of food in our pantry. And once, I cleaned it out once, and I showed you what it looked like once, and I pronounced it officially as clean as it could possibly be.
On the day I showed this picture, my bestie left me a comment. Something along the lines of:
"Does that tag seriously say 'Crap we don't eat'??" Yes, Dena. It does. Did.
Why in H was I letting 'crap we don't eat' take a whole shelf in my closet-sized pantry, when I have a friggin' food storage room downstairs?
(Are you in the mood for cereal?)
So I got all in the mood to "get up in the kitchen, rearrange somethings, and then we certainly could party with the Haitians." (name that movie.)
So, back before I had my money meltdown, and came to my senses, I spent a small fortune on pantry pretties.
These awesome (and large) oil thingy mabobbers:
and these massive rice jars, too. Do you eat Jasmine rice? I find it to be so choice.
And then? I got out in the garage and started building my own crates. 'Cause everything was gonna have it's place, and everything ugly was gonna be concealed.
And then, the insides of my pantry looked like this. And the heavens opened. Angels sang.
Um, I'm thinking that if you have a whole shelf dedicated to Jell-o, then you might want to stop buying Jell-o.
I make no excuses. But this is Utah, okay?!? And we like our Jell-o!!
But as I was saying: the heavens opened.
OR. . .it would have,
except it was time to figure out what to do with the rest of my crap that didn't make the cut.
This cannot be done, I said. I have deemed the mission impossible. No one who really eats and cooks their own food can possibly make their pantry like so!
Actually, to be honest, when I carefully put it it all back, culled, and discarded, I have reopened the possibility of perhaps making my pantry the thing of the gods.
But meanwhile, back on earth,
I had the clever idea of using the inside bottom of my dutch door for shelving. Got outside and built a few pieces of crap with scrap.
And got a little crazy with the wood glue. apparently.
These are just Ana's gallery ledges, except I like to put molding on the front, because that makes me feel happy-like.
I had to scrub down the fingerprints and drips off the door just to be able to take a shot of it. I don't know what is going on in this house but you people are sick!