Saturday, September 3, 2011

Grain Silo

Don’t get me wrong: grains are good; grains are our friends.  It’s just that grains and this Strawberry are not good for each other.  I have a hard time saying no—to bread, that is.  I can start out eating whole grain bread and brown rice, but then I start craving monkey bread.  I know; it’s crazy!  Who in their right mind can mix up couscous and cinnamon rolls? That’s just me; and remember I’m trying to go against MY grain!  So please do not think I’m anti- healthy grains.  I’m cleaning my life from the inside out.


So now for the big news…


I did it!  I set out to make the grain cabinet and actually accomplished it.  Oh, don't look at the rest of the kitchen, though; it's a real mess.  As I'm the shorty in the family I pulled out the step stool and placed all the bread and chips on the top shelf.  I'm hoping this will deter me from late night snacking.  Note to self: I should put all the popcorn paraphernalia on the top shelf too. Now I need someone to hide the step stool.  HA.


The Grain Silo




This cabinet was a junk cabinet.  Do you have one of those?  I know of junk drawers and junk rooms and even junk sides of the bed so I figure everyone must have a junk cabinet too.  Mine was filled with cough drops, measuring cups, vitamins, a hand mixer, plastic cups, a latte machine (I use it in the winter so why have it take up space for 3 of the seasons?)-- you get the picture. No?  Since I love you I'll show you my junk cabinet.  Just beware:  this is a scary picture you are about to see.  And you thought it was safe to go into the kitchen.




Don't say I didn't warn you!
Here's a happier picture. Not quite as scary.  It is called a blank slate.





For some reason and I'm not quite sure why, I cannot start cleaning and/ or organizing till I pull everything out and have a clean slate.  I have been this way since childhood.  My mother would ask me to clean my room and by evening tide, I had pulled out every shirt, every shoe, every toy, EVERYTHING and it would be piled in the middle of my room.  How could I get into trouble?  I had an extremely clean closet!  That being said you can imagine the state of my kitchen.  Time to clean up my clean up!

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