So, here's the kitchen on a random afternoon. It is NOT pretty. It is, however, excruciatingly honest. It's so honest that it is really, really hurting my soul to put these photographs on the internet. Of course I'm trying to lend some real integrity to my argument that the internet is a big, fat lie.
Without further ado, I present my kitchen cabinets.
Dishes. Serving bowls. Pitchers.
Coffee stuff. Salad spinner. Vases. Huge platter.
Mixing bowls. Water bottles. Plastic crap.
Above the microwave.
Flatware. And the rolling pin and knife sharpener.
Food storage stuff and bottles.
The junk drawer.
Under the sink.
The refrigerator door.
The top freezer drawer.
The bottom freezer drawer.
Some very old china that I use every single day and stuff we don't use a lot.
The baking sheets and whatnot.
There you have it. Now I'm going to go organize that kitchen like it's my job. Wait, that kind of is my job. I should get fired.
Now it's your turn. Please. For the love of Pete.