I recently bought a beautiful old blue house that I am in love with. As a 106-year-old would, this one needs some love and elbow grease applied to it. Wonder Boy and I decided to attack the pantry first. It’s an add choice given that the kitchen could use some serious updating, but we easily rationalized it. After all, once you fill a pantry, do you ever want to unload it and store all your food and stuff around the house while you rehab the room? No. And the storage in the pantry is crucial to the kitchen space because there is a severe lack of storage and cabinetry. The pantry has lots of shelving space and plenty of room to house the food I keep on hand – generally not very much.
Anyway, the point is that Wonder Boy and I decided to take the pantry on as the first home improvement project. It’s a small room – maybe 4 feet by feet. How hard could it be?
HA!
I would go into a detailed description of the pantry, which should be done soon, and it’s brand new, handmade shelves with refinished wood floors and freshly painted walls and trim, but it’s a very sad story that involves me crying a lot. The project, which was supposed to be done in a weekend, has taken more than a month to complete. But when it’s done, as it should be on Sunday or so, I am going to lick it. I will lick the shelves, the floor and walls. That’s how excited I am.
Anonymous
Lick it? You are SO weird. Is this what you saw the doctor about yesterday? Please, for the love of god and the safety of all of humanity and the little birds in the forests and the spry smiling dolphins in the sea, tell me yes.
You didn’t use low VOC varnish in the pantry, did you?