Story is that I had a dream. A dream about our kitchen. I had visions of it as somewhere I would bake, pull wonders out of the oven, whisk bananas into the smoothest of smoothies. Somewhere I would shine. The lynchpin of all of this, however, was to be able to hang things. I needed to be able to hang spoons, ladles, mashers, spatulas, spices and pot plants in order to be able to create accordingly.
Needless to say, I was devastated when T broke the news that you can't actually drill-any-holes-in-the wall-because-the wall-is-made-of-concrete-and-so-you-can't-hang-things-on-anything-except-stick-on-plastic-hooks. Right. That also went for the pictures and mirrors, in case anyone's interested. So, all hangable things are now leaning in strategic spots. Looking casual.
Anyway, I've been mulling over this quandary all week. The last thing I was going to do was stick those hideous hooks up everywhere. And today it hit me: Curtain rails with suckers on the sides.
You know the ones that grannies have holding up featherweight net curtains in their kitchen windows, so she can-see-out-but-no-one-can-see-in.
So, if you're looking to hang things and have no way of drilling a rod in the wall. All you need is a thin curtain rail, some stick-on "chord organisers" read hooks with straps, and very, very light utensils.
And Voila! Le hanging kitchen.
Swinging in style
If you need me, I'll be out gloating and toasting to the art of DIY and all things handy. I hope I don't hear anything go crash in the night...