And spent a Saturday afternoon making labels for my spices...
And other things…
and putting the bulk ones into more uniform jars. The spices. Bulky Dinky won’t fit in a jar.
And labeling my old jars, which I'd been kind of using The Force to identify. (Hey, my sense of smell is excellent.)
This is what happens when you are trying to make labels while talking your sister-in-law through making your lemon cake recipe. She was adding the powdered sugar for the icing. Don't worry. As you can see, I have scissors.
It’s not a disaster of epic proportions, but it’s still pretty good. Never underestimate my mess-making ability.
So I went from this:
Marginally better. But I still want a new kitchen when I grow up.