I desperately needed more pantry space, and my boss who is preparing to downsize to a smaller home, had two shelving units to get rid of. Thus the Unstuffed Pantry has come to be!
I'm ridiculously happy about the whole thing and after I had filled and artfully arranged the shelves the other night, I spent a long time just sitting and looking at this new edition to my kitchen.
To me it's a perfect blend of form and function, utility and style.
Some shelves are workhorses and others are display cases.
It's all practical.
Do I even need to tell you that nearly every single container and tool was handed down, found or thrifted?
This structure is going to get a lot of use. It will change and shift with the days and seasons. Some months the shelves will be fat, some will be lean. Items will be taken down, used, cleaned and returned. Repeat.
I can already sense the rhythm of its use and it feels so good. Like a heartbeat or breathing. Is that weird?
How 'bout this? I kinda feel like I've staked the centre of my universe. I've found my axis mundi, the central mountain of my life around which I'll revolve, swinging in and out of orbit, creating, tending, preserving, storing, eating, feeding, healing.
Not bad for someone else's discarded Ikea shelves and some empty jars eh?