Nearing the end of the Pantry Posts
Every single thing I've done with this pantry has come with a setback somehow - so much so that even though the end is nigh in sight, I'm consistently having anxiety attacks as I head home to deal with the task du jour. As I've got about three more days of work, this is not a good thing.
Having conquered the molding issue (molding straight. Wall not.), I get to find that I'm exactly 6 specialized screws short for the shelf-hanging job.
*headdesk*headdesk*headdesk*
The solution is going to be hanging all the shelving brackets using one or more fewer screws than required & touching up the yellow paint, but not hanging the shelving and moving stuff back into the pantry until there's another run to the store on Saturday.
*long, heavy sigh*
Having conquered the molding issue (molding straight. Wall not.), I get to find that I'm exactly 6 specialized screws short for the shelf-hanging job.
*headdesk*headdesk*headdesk*
The solution is going to be hanging all the shelving brackets using one or more fewer screws than required & touching up the yellow paint, but not hanging the shelving and moving stuff back into the pantry until there's another run to the store on Saturday.
*long, heavy sigh*
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I'd say you were doing really well, actually.
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We are going to have So! Much! Space!
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And now, the end is near,
And so I face the final portion.
My friends, I'll say it clear;
I'll state my case of which I'm certain.
I've got a pantry that's full -
I've travelled each and every highway.
And more, much more than this,
I did it my way.
With apologies for the terribly rhyme in verse 1 (but it isn't yet 6am here and I'm half awake!)
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