Gumption.

Yes, on rare occasion I do find myself with some gumption.

The back story is rather boring, but I suppose you need to hear a bit of it. You see I don't like our upper kitchen cabinets. I'm sure I have complained about them previously. They are just too tall. I have to get a step stool, just to reach the second shelf. It is a bit ridiculous! I have tried talking John into taking them down. However, his response is, "where will everything go?" Excellent question. And one I do not have an answer to, which is why they are still there.

John and I spent all last week discussing the kitchen. We talked about painting the bottom cabinets, removing the cabinets, and so many other ideas. Then there were the pots. I have not mentioned John bought me new pots in January or February. Our old ones were peeling (the non-stick) and that is just not healthy. They are a beautiful shade of blue and I love them! However, I hated where they were in my cabinet.

My pots and pans were in a pull out drawer, that was a bit too small for all of them. And trying to get one out, or in after being used, was never easy. There is always something on the counter, so I couldn't simple set one thing down to get to another. It was driving me a bit batty. John had suggested a hanging pot rack, but for me to reach that it would have to be very low. Then last Friday night, a thought occurred to me. There is a white table in our dining room (since Jesse decided she no longer wanted it in her room, a few months ago). I never did like the white table in that room, but I had no other place for it. Or did I?

I put the white table in the middle of the floor under the kitchen window. I took all the blue pots and pans, and the one red one, and placed them on the table. The table is shorter than the old microwave stand and narrower. I can still stand right in front of the lower cabinets to get things out, or in, and my pots and pans and so easy to get now.

Ahh!

I'm sure my parents will recognize the table. My Dad and I bought it years ago (I believe I was in high school). I wanted to refinish it, but never did until Jesse wanted it in her room and painted white. I think this is one of the objects I just won't be able to part with at any time. I love this table and now its purpose is clear.