We’re making progress here at our new home. Most of the living spaces are in order, even if mountains of unpacked boxes remain in the basement.
Nothing gives me serenity like order.
My new dish pantry is finally complete. The wallpaper and light fixture are hung, the shelves are stacked and organized, and it’s exactly as I envisioned.
I’m thrilled with the wallpaper. It matched the hooked rug that I had in my former home perfectly. The space still needs a curtain of some sort, but I haven’t found one yet that’s just the right touch. The wicker hamper turned out to be a perfect hiding spot for odds and ends.
But one big surprise was that all of my dishes and linens and serving pieces and glassware and flatware don’t fit. I had envisioned a single space, a masterpiece of entertaining organization, but it became clear halfway through unpacking that my dream wasn’t to be. And I’m not even fully unpacked.
So, some of my pieces have been relegated to the kitchen, some to a display-case-turned-china-cabinet, and some to a second pantry off our kitchen.
“I get it,” I exclaimed to my husband while unpacking china. “I have enough. I can stop now.”
And I proved it. Yesterday I resisted the urge to pick up additional white serving pieces while in Target.
But when I stepped into the pantry this morning to select the items for our first gathering at our new home — a BBQ for eight tonight — and saw this:
I must admit my tiny-but-mighty dish pantry made me awfully happy.
And isn’t that the goal of any home?