The Center of the Party

To complete the trifecta of process posts, here's another to consider.

Our return trip from Iowa had us carrying parcels of all sorts from my mom who stores up the goodies and then saves a bundle on shipping when we depart with them in tow. So, the back of the van had pots and pans; toys; arts and crafts supplies; books; and dishes.

Good dishes.
Neat dishes.
They're red and black.

And trendy and cool. Which I am neither so, of course, I should have dishes that are, right?

What's that got to do with process? Well, to make the perfect shelving system for my new serving set, a wee bit of rearranging had to be done. With Craig's astute input (yep, he's the go-to on all manners of decorating), I came up with this.

 The formals on the right of the kitchen, closest to the formal dining room.

The casual colors on the left of the kitchen, close to the casual bench seating.

I know, I know. The excitement over such an organizing coup is arguably much. But, then again, organization that leads to simplifying my life brings me joy, indeed.

Now you'll know where to look when next you stop for a bite.Or look for a mug. Or need a cold drink of water.

Or, for those friends far, far, faaaarrr away...why not celebrate anal retention - even (or especially, maybe) if it's someone else's dishes at the center of the party?