When we lived in the house made of tires, we didn’t have a dresser. Martin hung one little bar for clothes, and we kept everything else in plastic bins, either in the bedroom or in storage. Like most houses made of tires, this house had a serious mouse problem. We didn’t want our clothes getting chewed up or pooped on.
The good news is you probably won’t get the munchies when you peek into our cupboards. The bad news is that I’m going to have to figure out what to do about lunch here pretty soon.
It’s not all bad, though. I’ve learned to love being the chief chef in our house. (Write that ten times!)
That’s our kitchen here in the ol’ recycled tire house. Behind all those plastered walls are tires. The ceiling beams are lumber killed by pine beetle. Martin and I don’t use most of this kitchen. Coming from a 36-square-foot space in Berlin, we just haven’t quite figured out a need for a big kitchen.
Would your family eat the food item buried the absolute furthest and deepest in your pantry?
I think today is the day to find out! Today’s the day for decluttering your pantry. Three cheers if the item in the back of your pantry is chocolate! But if it’s not chocolate, well it’s time to roll up your sleeves. I’m taking The Decluttering Project into the pantry.