Organizing, is my drug of choice too, as is exercise. This is ongoing. I’m waiting on a few jars and such. More compact containers for dog and cat food are next. My place is tiny, but perfect for me and my little family. The only thing that would make it better is if it were a one bedroom cabin, washer and dryer, marble countertops, in the woods beside a river or creek...the ol' champagne taste deal going on. I have impeccable taste, unfortunately. Close enough, my current residence.
Anyway, my cabinets look better, almost there, and now when I open my pantry, stuff isn’t falling out on my toes, causing exceedingly colorful language.
I should've been an organizer in another life, a researcher organizer, because I dig research. They're one and the same, kinda, maybe. Perhaps a biology/organizer/researcher. 🤷♀️
Here are a few pictures of said little, tiny space.
Did I say organization calms me? It's true.
I need to straighten a few labels. So far, so good.
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