Pantry shelf

Here is our long awaited pantry shelf.

My dry goods are a source of pride with me. It is sort of funny that I have a picture of my pantry from everywhere I have lived. Some of these jars are as old as I am (that is 30 for anyone who is trying to figure it out). My mom was collecting these sturdy pickle jars from delis to store her bulk dry goods in when I was a little kid. We had a huge cupboard under our sink and countertops in the little house, filled with glass jars of flour, oatmeal, rice, brewers yeast, etc. Everything was in a glass jar. I always thought that is what a pantry should look like... lots of clean glass, filled with good whole dry foods.

So here is the picture from the Maringo House:

And here is at the "W" St house (there were more in the garage on the pantry shelf in there):

But always the jars remain the same old trusty glass jars that I have washed and refilled hundreds of times. I think I have only ever broken two. And one was in an earth quake when Don and I were first married. So that doesn't count, but let me tell you, a glass gallon jar of rice and 4 quart mason jars of homemade applesauce can create quite the mess.

I am excited to have created this pantry in my new house. It is starting, slowly, to feel like home. I just put rub-on fairies and bugs up on Cyan and Logan's wall, I hung and filled some of our bird feeders and put out the bird bath, I put our bed side tables on the sides of our bed (imagine that. ;) ), I pulled the boxes of cloth napkins out and put them in newly fixed drawers, I did laundry with the dryer my handy husband fixed yesterday. Things are starting, slowly but surely, to feel like my home.