Yesterday I hit bottom with this move. Despite many setbacks I haven’t cried, but yesterday I broke down and wept. What was my tipping point?
A kitchen cabinet. Yes, really.
Months ago I worked with a lumberyard’s kitchen designer to create my cabinetry plan. Yesterday morning I was unloading the dishwasher and went to put a pan away in the pots-and-pans lower cabinet. I have had a lazy susan corner cabinet for pots and pans in every home I have lived in for the last 30 years. I believed I had ordered another for this kitchen — just as I’d purchased one for the rental apartment in 2010.
The pan would not fit.
The opening to the cabinet is 6 inches wide. The lazy susan shelves are 6 inches deep. The top shelf is two feet tall. What would one store in such a space? Spaghetti standing on end? The containers would tip over. This expensive cabinet is a completely useless waste of space.
This felt like a last straw. Once again I’d paid a professional and been snookered as a fool. I burst into sobs and cried and cried. I think Lucy was deeply alarmed. (I know kitchen cabinets are a first world problem. I am aware of how privileged I am. But I am tired.)
I think that was my low point. After barn chores I changed my clothes, drove the dogs to the vet, and stopped to buy a 9V battery to build pantry shelves.