Clean Pantry = Ahhhhhhhh

Please tell me I'm not the only one in blogland with an out.of.control pantry.  And tell me I'm not the only one that can spend 5+ hours purging, cleaning and organizing your pantry.  But most of all, tell me if you fit in the first two categories you stand back like I do and open the pantry door and sigh a big ahhhhhhhhh.  The Prodigal Son thinks I'm weird.  So be it.

 

Here's proof of the pudding of how bad my little walk in pantry was:

 

 

 

There isn't any way to take a picture of the entire pantry at once.  It's in the corner of the kitchen with the doorway at an angle.  It is 3.5 feet by 5 feet.  The ceiling is 10 ft. high.  Son #1 and I were going to add a shelf up high for storage of items that are only used a few times a year.  I bought the wrong supports.  The shelf has been sitting in my garage for two years.  It's on my "to do" list.

 

And here is the big TA DA:



   

Can I have a big AHHHHHHH? Am I the only one that just feels like her world is in order because the pantry is in order? Doesn't matter. It doesn't take much to amuse me.