A map of the fuse box
A fuse always blows on the darkest evening, and nobody remembers which one runs the kitchen.
Making a home in Stockholm, one drawer at a time
Filed under
Drawers, cupboards, and the arguments about them.
The subject the blog kept coming back to. Not tidying, which is temporary, but working out where a thing should live so that putting it away takes no thought at all.
Jars feature heavily. So do labels, ice cream tubs pressed into service as dividers, and the recurring discovery that a system only survives if it is easier than the mess it replaced.
A fuse always blows on the darkest evening, and nobody remembers which one runs the kitchen.
A house has a handful of dates that come round once a year, or once every three, and nothing reminds anyone of them.
After weeks of garden posts, something with a drawer in it.
Not much room, but enough to work in.
A few people asked how the workshop is set up, so here it is while the paint dries.
Another use for the jars, and this one gets them off the worktop entirely.
I take a lot of photographs, which raises the question of what to do with them all.
You asked to see inside the fridge, so here is inside the fridge.