I have an old house. 1929. Sometime in the 1960s, “someone” decided to put a kitchen addition on the back of the house (Actually, I know exactly who that “someone” was. I researched the historical titles on the house. Thank you very much, Mary and Henry Dyck).
It is not a nice addition (wallboard, ceiling tiles, and dirty linoleum), nor was it well planned out. There is no flow and there never will be. It simply doesn’t work because there are three doorways in the kitchen – the entrance to the kitchen from the hallway, the back door from the kitchen to the yard, and the gawd-awful pantry in the corner.
I am going to share some embarrassing photos. My pantry is a mess. Always. I don’t think it’s my fault. I blame the Dycks. Plus, I truly believe there is just no good way to corral Tupperware containers into some semblance of neatness and order. (Deep breath) Okay. Here goes:
I tried to organize it. Once. I labeled the shelves, I sorted the plastic containers, I purged things I no longer use. But it’s no use. Within mere hours, it is like a mini-tornado touched down in there.
Anyway, the whole point of this is that it’s my project for next week. I’m going to clean. I’m going to purge (more). I’m going to paint. I’m going to whip that pantry into shape, damn it!
And if anyone has any tips on how to organize Tupperware, for the love of all that is good and holy, TELL ME!
Have a great weekend.