Cupboard Love

Even though I try to keep a tidy house, there always seems to be that dirty secret of a room or closet that never stays presentable. In the old house it was the mud room that was such a disaster that we never even went into it. And in the condo it's the laundry room.

Try as I might, the laundry room becomes the messy receptacle for storage items, coats, bags, extra toiletries, boxes of cereal, toilet paper, greeting cards, and the list goes on. The laundry room is tiny and also houses the washer and dryer and the water heater. So it's trying to be a laundry room/pantry/storage room/coat closet and it's overwhelmed by the demands. Poor laundry room.

We need one of those makeover shows from HGTV to come in and fix it for us, but they'd probably staple fake flowers or hay to the wall like on Trading Spaces and I'd have a meltdown on camera like the God Warrior lady from Wife Swap and I'd be all over YouTube and my reputation would be ruined. (But do I even have a reputation? It's unclear at this time.)

Anyhoodles, the polar opposite to the laundry room black hole is the kitchen cupboard. It gives me pleasure and joy every time I open it. All the glasses and bowls are stacked up neatly, shiny and ready for service.

The dishes cupboard never looks jumbled and never really requires any major organization overhaul. It's one of the few cabinets that could have glass doors and not be a total embarrassment. If only every closet, drawer or cupboard could be so pleasing.