The prevalence of pantry posts, or, pantrimony

My marble and my pantry cabinet are now united.  It looks just as beautiful as I imagined it would.  I like it so much that I have given my husband strict instructions to have my headstone created from this stone.

Here lies Tana.  

She loved God, 

she loved her family,

and she loved her kitchen

(in roughly that order).

The little backsplash strip needs paint

More pantry prettiness

It's looking bee-oo-tiful!!  The blue is the perfect grey-blue (Benjamin Moore Woodlawn Blue) and it looks amazing with the marble.  Amazing.  I'm hoping cabinet and marble will finally be joined in holy pantri-mony in the morning.  I might throw rice.  I'm that happy.

A sneak peek of the Brazilian black honed slate.  Loveliness.  

The perfect pantry

One of the things I insisted my kitchen must have is a pantry.  For one, they're cool-looking, for another, our house used to have two of them, and for yet another, I feed a small army who unfortunately like to graze.  To be perfectly honest, I need a place where I can literally lock up most of the foods my family consumes - especially anything containing more than a molecule of sugar.

I gave my future pantry a lot of thought.  Other than having to lock, I require beadboard, some sort of cutesy trim details, white paint, and use of the original ceiling fixture.  It must hold a minimum of 50 boxes of cereal (those who know me know that I am so not kidding).  It must be functional.  It must be purty.  And it must lock.  Did I say that already?

Right side

Right side - awaiting
its carrara marble top

Left side

Looking straight ahead
toward the window