Once upon a time, there was a girl who lived in a little white house. On the wall in the kitchen were rows and rows of spice jars, each neatly labelled and alphabetised (except for the vanilla extract, which lived at the tippy top).
She would use these spices to make magic potions, surprising soups, and alarming cakes (see vanilla extract above).
Ever since then, she has searched for just the right combination of shelves, jars, and labels, to no avail.
Sometimes there were shelves with mismatched jars, sometimes there were no shelves and piles of jars and packets. She even found the perfect combination of jars and labels, but the shelves remained elusive.
But good things come to those who wait, and this week her fairy shelf-builder granted her wish.
The moral of the story is, of course, to stay true to your dreams, buy your spice jars in lots of 200* if that’s what it takes, and…um, casually mention your shelving problems to very patient joiners.
*147 of which are living under our spare bed, just in case anyone wants to buy some.
