But, problem was, I didn't have wooden pantry shelves to put food on! Not at first. I had to make them. (Or maybe I should say "make" them!) Hmm...[she thought to herself as she scratched her head] the shelves needed to be sturdy, not over twelve inches deep, free-standing, and, yes, moveable, since this is just a summer house.
Wooden crates! (photo via)
A mad-dash trip 2 hours north, a bee-line to the store that carries such things, and soon enough, twelve crates and their fresh wood smell came in the car with me all the way home.
Stacked near the window on the north side of the kitchen, they held everything we need for now. And honestly? There's just something about things being in their places, isn't there?
Must be, 'cause a silly grin kept following me...