My previous handling of pantry encounters went like this: open door, stare at the chaos, grab chips, get away quickly and try to forget what I had seen.
Much like the way I handled college parties.
But college is over now, as is pantry chaos, thanks to one hour of my day in March, and nifty labels.
Seriously, only one hour. It's not perfect, but it is a drastic improvement. See? I even labeled the shelves:
My shelves are labeled as follows from top to bottom: Storage, drinks/candy, snacks/condiments, cooking tools, baking, carbs and cans, and there is space on the floor for heavy stuff that doesn't go anywhere else.
I even hung up my mop and broom.
That wasn't as dreadful as I had imagined. Hussah!
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