I am a snoop. Well, I was yesterday evening when I went to the open house showing of my former apartment. We only moved out last July, so the curiosity was killing me to see what they had done to it. Can that justify snooping? Would you have gone too?
I’m not in the market for a 1-bedroom apartment, so I was entering under false pretenses. But hey, an open house is just that, open.
I did open a few cabinets to see how they used the space and was most surprised that they used the butler’s pantry as a storage space for general stuff rather than food stuff. (pic below).
The best part about this wonderful, practical cupboard is its open canal to fresh air making it a cool storage most of the year, like a basement food cellar.
That pantry was a test and is a testimony to my relationship with my wonderful Swede. When we bought the apartment and started renovating we fought long and hard over it. It was 70s-ified with bright orange doors. The detailed, bead board planks were smoothed over with Masonite covering and it looked horrific. The Swede wanted it ripped out and I fought to restore it. And that restoration took weeks of loving care with a heat gun gingerly clearing out the multi-layers of paint gunk.
There’s another showing this evening if anyone wants try out a semi-legitimate form of snooping.
Don’t forget to admire the bathroom. I desinged it.