Pictures of Larry's latest insulation project, wherein he tore out my kitchen wall, my front hallway wall, AND my pantry:
Doesn't that look lovely? And now the whole neighborhood can look in on us until the project is completed, because the plantation shutters that normally cover those windows are stacked in my living room.
Above is our front hall. Welcoming vibe, isn't it? I mean, in an Addams Family sort of way... it totally looks haunted. Coming down the stairs at night is a very creepy experience.
And there is/was my pantry. We tore out the pantry because we hadn't had a door on it for at least 5 years and we finally decided that, hey, maybe we should buy a door. We're nothing if not problem solvers. Then the handyman came up with the idea of widening the pantry a bit before we ordered a door, so that we could actually fit the broom in it (because, up to now, we just shoved the broom in the corner between the pantry and the hutch, whence it would invariably topple and hit someone on the head as he/she walked by).
But now I'm wondering, why even have a pantry when you can just leave everything on the kitchen counters and knock stuff over a zillion times a day?
Here they are - the counters, I mean. You might have trouble seeing them under all that pantry clutter. Note the attractive plastic dropcloth hanging in the background. Who needs drapes?