For those who haven't visited, there was a little door off the side of our kitchen that let to a .... shall we say.... "room?" It was very small, about 2 feet by 8. When we moved in to our house we weren't exactly sure what the space was or had been intended for. We just called it the Scary Room. It was built on a "solid" foundation of railroad ties and______? Rod accidentally whipper-snipped a cat one day when it jumped out from underneath the so-called floor. The walls were made of sheet metal; it was cold in winter and hot in summer; there was no exterior door, and it dripped water and mould. Lovely.
We really weren't sure what we wanted to do with the space, which was a major reason why we had avoided it so long - that and we knew it was going to be a big project.
With the urging, encouraging and help of my dad, Rod and he tore it down and rebuilt it: properly this time. We divided it into some extra storage / pantry for the inside, and a small section with a separate outside entrance for Rod's tools.
I am thrilled with how it turned out! Look at all the space! I'm dreaming of how it can be filled up!
A few of my favourite features are:
-it's existence
-a nook for the upright freezer. That means I have the space where the freezer used to be to have fun with again.
-the cherry trim. It's a pantry...I love my husband's attention to detail.
-the hooks for the backpacks. No more tripping on them at the doorway.
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