The room which you are about to see is what I call the "freezer room" or the "weird room." It is a stupid room with basically no purpose. It lies directly between the master bedroom and the kitchen. It is "supposed" be a dining room, but it is so small that no real table can fit in it, plus actual chairs. If you push back from the table, you will either fall into our bedroom, slam into a wall, or end up in the kitchen. I consider it an architectural FAIL. It has a window, a door to my room, an opening to the kitchen, and then is open to what we're using as our dining room, which is SUPPOSED to be a family room. We also keep my husband's drum kit half in the freezer room, half in the dining room.
Now, our garage is another architectural FAIL...as the room where most men like to spend time working on projects, and whittling around, has one electrical outlet...ONE! It's the most inane thing ever. So I said to Mr. R about five years ago, "Why don't we put the deep freezer into the weird room?" (because the weird room with no actual purpose has four electrical outlets...please explain this to me!) The deep freezer fit just fine, and it is more convenient to go into the room right next to the kitchen to get extra items anyway. So the weird room became the Freezer Room, and I started storing extra kitchen stuff in there because we are bursting at the seams. First, I moved a small white bookcase which had been in the garage back into the house, and kept cereal boxes on it, plus some large appliances like our crockpot. See?
|There is also no place to put a garbage can in our house. I refuse to put it in the pantry with our food. I mean, Ewwww. Gross!|
|Can you see how narrow this room is? There's my bedroom door again. And the freezer. With all the plastic bowls on the floor, because I just had no space for them.|
|This is the room from my bedroom door. Looking into the Manhattan Kitchen.|
I am not a yard sale person. I feel so bad if I don't find something I like and have to drive off. As my sister said, it's like telling someone that their taste sucks. I love thrift and antique stores, but I haven't done too many private sales. I went to five different yard sales and none of them had furniture until Number 6. This guy was moving to a smaller house and he had a lot of furniture to sell; and I saw the hutch buffet, and I thought, THAT'LL DO. While he was selling his sofa, I drove home, grabbed Tiger, and had him help me put the seats down in my Durango. Then I drove back and bought this thing for $60.
So I moved the freezer in front of the window. And moved the tall bookcase into the corner where the freezer used to be. And put the new hutch by my bedroom door. And started loading her up. I grabbed all my cookbooks off the entertainment center (because there was no room in the kitchen for my cookbooks!), dusted them all off, and started arranging the top part which is open and so I wanted it to be pretty. I put my red KitchenAid bowls, my Pampered Chef glass measuring pitchers, and our wooden salad bowl, plus our antique waffle iron. Filled the rest in with my cookbooks. The plastic ware is in the bottom, still in baskets, but away from kitties.
|Nutmeg! Get out of there! What part of "away from the kitties" do you not get?!?!|
|Finished, for now. I may change some things around, but I'm quite pleased right now.|
|Doesn't the open portion look really nice?|
|Pampered Chef glass measuring bowls.|