I'm not sure why, but the first image brings to mind my favorite childhood board game, Clue. "Cononel Mustard did it in the pantry with the candlestick." Perhaps I need therapy, but that's another post. Hey, what happens in the pantry, stays in the pantry. I envision a hostess with frayed nerves, escaping her annoying mother in law, by temporarily hiding in the pantry, and indulging in a glass of liquid courage. I picture scandalous romps between caterers that can't keep their hands off one another, and groups of children sneaking in on a dare, to steal desserts before dinner
I always thought I wanted a pantry, but upon further reflection, I admitted that I can't even keep my own kitchen cabinets organized. There I stand about once every six months, on a kitchen chair, opening old boxes of cereal and bravely sampling stale Cheerios to see if they need tossing. I think I have some spices that have moved to four different houses. Not good.
So, I guess the moral of this story is if you think you want something, think again. A bigger house requires more upkeep and more financial stress. A relationship requires compromise - Are you willing to give that at this time? That big job in the city requires long hours and a blackberry that can't be shut off. Is there something you thought you wanted only to find out it wasn't all it was cracked up to be?