Cupboard Love

This is my pantry. Well, it would be truly my pantry if other folk didn't go in and dump their crap in it. (In some cases, it is quite literally their crap in it...thank you, Skye.)
I'm thinking that during the Easter holidays I might take a wee afternoon to myself and get it sorted.
I'm thinking that, because thinking about it is a lot easier than motivating myself to actually do it.
I may call in the crack squad of my anally retentive Bezzie Mate. Well, she's more of a one-woman crack squad, but I reckon she'd probably enjoy clearing out my pantry for an afternoon.

That last bit sounded rude.