Pretty, pretty pantry

My dad is a man of many talents. Among many, he's a pinball wizard. He makes exceptional gravy and fudge. And he can drive with his knees while playing hand drums on the dashboard. (Not that he'd EVER do that.)

He's also handy, and not just with garden-variety tasks, like fixing a loose board on the steps or changing a faucet. In his former life, he owned a lumberyard and hardware store, and he designed and built homes in his spare time. So he can do pretty much anything.

Like installing pantry shelves in the blink of an eye. The hubby and I have a closet in our kitchen that I think is supposed to be a coat closet, except I've never understood having a coat closet in the upstairs kitchen. So we've been using it as a pantry/kitchen storage closet, even though it had one lonely shelf. The shelf needed friends.

When it comes to home improvement projects, the hubby and I are enthusiastic, but inexperienced. We're fast learners, but we need mentoring. So Dad came up yesterday, and in the time it took me to go pick up some food for lunch, he and the hubby installed brand-spankin'-new shelves in our closet.

Dad eyeballed everything, and then checked the shelves with the level afterward. He insisted that this feat be recorded for posterity.

Perfect!

It's still a work in progress, but my new shelves make me so happy. Organization is one of my favorite things.

So is oatmeal. You should keep six canisters on hand at all times.

Thanks, Dad!