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As an adult and home maker, I have come to realise this:
If something in a woman’s home is not right, the woman* is not right.
It could be emotional, physical, mental, spiritual and even how the home is set up. How the home functions. If it, at all, functions.
And often, this “function” is determined by the woman’s psyche. How the blocks are set up in the woman’s mind.
Our tiny 40.5m2 (440 sq.f) home is taking shape. We still have a 30m2 storage space to store our “don’t needs” but our essentials are here.
My brother-in-law purpose-built the kitchen in the studio-space with bare essentials: floor cabinets with one shelf, rangehood and sink. They bought an antique wall-hung cupboard to go above the floor cabinets, but have since taken it with them.
So I’m left with barely any storage, and a bare wall:
I’ve been scouring eBay daily (and nightly) for some kitchen shelves, much like this one on eBay that I wasn’t able to get because it was interstate:
The hunt continued. And prayer increased that God would provide me with an affordable, preferably vintage, solution. After all, He knows my heart!
The Chance Meeting
Last weekend, it rained all day so garage sale-ing with MIL was postponed. Instead we spent some time pottering around our homes, cleaning, gardening. Until 3pm, when I was besieged by an urgency to hit two tiny vintage/antique stores 10 mins.
MIL was more than happy to accompany me in an attempt to salvage our day’s expectations, which I was really appreciative about. The first little store was an affordable treasure trove of pretty things and a few choice vintage furniture. I walked away with my MIL’s birthday gift to me, a lovely old Japanese made plate with the cutest bluebirds and cherry blossoms, AUD$22.50:
And I picked out the most gorgeous children’s book, with beautiful illustrations for $6.50, The Tales of Arabian Nights.
But it was at the next little store that God answered my constant prayers. Whimsical Notions is an antique-y store in Warrimoo, NSW. The front of the store was the unaffordable stuff, like an art deco lady lamp for AUD$1,150. The back however, was the more junky part. Old dressers, dusty washstands, broken cabinets and piles of crap. Behind all that mess, I spied what looked like the top part of a kitchen dresser.
To my growing excitement (which I desperately tried to hide from the antiques store owner), I discovered that it was a stand alone stained pine (yuck) kitchen shelving!!! Had I found it???
The width and height of the shelves I needed were very specific and limited but I wanted something to fit exactly that space (no smaller, please, God).
It was the right size! Thank you God!
After some elbow grease and pale pale pink paint in gloss, I have now hung it.
Thank you God. Now I get to open my packed treasures and fill these shelves.
(And wait for the walls to be painted white!)
* With men, it is their work and the recognition gained from said work that affects their equilibrium.