Notes on a Shelf
Not wanting to be ungrateful, I accepted the cabinets for years, because that seemed like the right thing to do; they were good quality, and they showed absolutely no sign of growing old. But, I never stopped wanting shelves; my kitchen is very small, so I knew that shelves would make it look larger, and I wanted to add some character to the well-used, but slightly neglected space.
At the mere mention of open shelves, the first word I get from anyone is a very adamant no. It is the sudden fear of having to be neat and tidy. It’s true; it does mean that our dishes have to be stacked, and cups need to be sitting on something, but don’t we do that anyway? Most people don’t shove their plates into a cupboard, slam the door, and hope that nothing falls out when they open it again. I really don’t think we are all as messy as we think.
The next protest comes from the worry that our dishes might not be pretty enough, or as luxurious as the ones we see in the magazines. I don’t agree with this at all, because even if we live on paper plates and little packets of stolen ketchup, they can still be stacked neatly or put in a decorative container.
Lastly, the other open shelf worry is that things will get dusty, which leads to more cleaning. The funny thing is, when we have things out, we tend to use them more, which means they have to be cleaned. And, if we don’t use them, they will probably get dusty and dirty anyway, so either way they will have to be cleaned at some point.
I am embarrassed to say that this assorted jumble of thoughts sat in my own head for nearly ten years, until one afternoon when I really hated my kitchen, and decided it was time to stop worrying about the oak cabinets. Last I checked, they didn’t worry at all about me, and I knew I had been taking good care of them for a very long time. Ripping them out was my first instinct, but as that was more than I was willing to tackle, I settled for taking the doors off and pretending to myself that I had just discovered shelves. Within minutes the doors were off, and it turns out that I was never that messy after all. An hour later I was organized, and my kitchen looked twice the size, and so much more interesting than it had before I had eaten my lunch (and, the dishes that I have aren’t fancy or remotely coordinated).
The next day I spackled the holes, and decided to paint the cabinet frames cream. Why this all took so long is beyond me, but my (new) pretend shelves were definitely worth the wait.
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