There's been sick peeps around these parts. Up all hours, lots of washing, squeezing juices and making soup. But I'm not getting sick. Not me. Too busy thanks.
Around all the nursing, we're fiddling around with the kitchen trying to prepare for the big
arrival. For a long time now we've been on a mission. One to find the perfect pantry cupboard. We've hunted and scoured for such a long time. We like those old pine dressers, you know, the farmhouse type ones. But they just don't hold enough stuff.
Book shelves, stainless steel racks, we've thought about of all types of storage solutions but we were prepared to wait until we found just the right piece.
However, as we ripped out the last of our existing built-in cupboards to make way for the hearth, things started to get desperate. Nothing like having your pantry stacked in boxes on the floor to take the joy out of cooking. Perhaps we were going to have to get something custom made. Like, right now.
When suddenly, there it was. A giant blue vision at the
local second hand store. It was massive, it was loaded with shelves. And it was perfect.
I love that it came from an old girl guides hall. It has £ 8-0-0 written in yellow handwriting on the side and is 235 centimetres tall. And now it lives with us.
Of course, there isn't quite enough room to fit
all of our things. But really, can you ever have a big enough pantry? I'm just so happy we found it, that it
just fits under our ceiling, and that it's painted the most lovely shade of blue. And that it has found a home here with us.
