Doors open

I told you my kitchen was small.

We got new plates – big rectangular, tray-like things – and they’re not even close to fitting in the cupboard.

We’ll just leave the door open, Scott says. They’ll be so easy to get.

I don’t think so.

So in order to get them in the cupboard, I get rid of 4 plates, but it has not only not helped me iota, and now it seems like I have less room.

Sigh.

I knew it would come to this.

I take everything out of the entire cupboard and try to rearrange stuff.

4 different ways, all complete failures.

No good.

Now I have to leave all of our plates, bowls, pitchers and baking dishes out on the kitchen table while I try and figure out how to keep our new plates (they are worth hanging onto – no matter what we put on ‘em, it makes the food look restaurant-worthy. $34 a dinner worthy).

I go and get space saving shelf inserts, thinking that this will help me immensely.

Nope. The plates are that big.

I spend a wobbly, sweaty 20 minutes on a kitchen chair,  trying to get a shelf back in after I adjusted its height. I tucker myself out and scare the cat.

The shelf is now stuck on its 45 degree angle in the cupboard.

Which means I can’t close the cupboard door.

It’s like Mike Holmes’ team came in and had to leave midway (he would never do that).

Scott comes home and puts the shelf back in (with great ease, I might add) and after a few goes, I finally get everything back in and housed so that it’s at least somewhat accessible.

It still needs some tweaking – I have to bring a kitchen chair over to access some fairly everyday items – but mostly I’m relieved.

Then the new big Emile Henry Flame Casserole Pot arrived…