So, finally, our kitchen is finished!
It looks like this.
We got the adequate space we wanted for the washing machine in the end.
Our things fit right in and look pretty on the shelf.
We have a new cooker - a small, inexpensive sort that works properly.
There's somewhere to sit and eat lunch.
Perfect.
When we moved in, it looked like this:
My apologies if you feel five photographs of the inside of a pantry seems a little obsessive. One of my keenest interests is in small space / simple living, and I feel carried away with joy when I behold the successfulness of my pantry, which has got everything in it BUT all visible and accessible and easy to clean. I clasp my hands and gaze at it like a hamster.
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I resemble a nurse from the Crimean War in this hat. Not a success, that one.