When we lived in Fort Worth we had a MASSIVE pantry. I never had to even think about organizing a small pantry. Our old pantry was an entire separate room in our house. Mind you, our house was super tiny because we lived in the married housing section of the seminary campus. Our entire home was about 650 sq. Ft. and 625 of that was pantry. I kid. But seriously, I wish I could have kept that pantry and relocated it to Oklahoma.

Our current house is much bigger, but has absolutely no pantry. There is a cabinet, and we have to cram all our stuff in there, but then it’s hard to find things – especially on the top self because I’m not a giant and I don’t like using our bar stools to climb on because I’m pretty clumsy by nature and have been known to take a spill, just from walking, that required surgery.  It’s a terrible situation, y’all. Go ahead and take a moment of silence for my old pantry that I miss so much.  

I have tried over and over to organize this glorified cabinet and nothing has really stuck. I suspect Evan has something to do with this. Isla can’t reach the cabinet yet so it can’t be her. Now we could also use the cabinet down below for pantry storage but we use that for other storage and who wants to bend over all the time to find stuff and have your butt hit the kitchen island? Not me. #Tinykitchenprobs