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Sunday, June 20, 2010

It's Pops and Pots -- Again!

It's Sunday, it's Father's Day, and I'm re-running a post from last June.


Thanks, Chari, for hosting the Sunday Favorites linky party at Happy To Design.
Pop on over for more re-runs!

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Last year I rummaged through my photo files and came up with some pictures of my Dad, my husband, and my husband's Dad. I'm re-running that post for Father's Day this year!

So, Herb, Howard and Milt... great Dads, all ... this one's for you!


I have lots of pictures of my Dad, but I only had two of my father-in-law -- one from Alida's college graduation last year, another from going out to dinner after Annie's college graduation this year. See what happens when Zayde lives in Florida, but Pop-Pop is just 6 minutes away? A serious imbalance in camera time!

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And now.... pssst. Pssssttt.... You! Yeah, you. C'mere. Lean in, I gotta question for you. . . You got any pots? No! Not that stuff! Pots, pots, like you cook in. Pots! Yeah, me too.

I like pots. I like to see them out and populating (potulating?) a kitchen, not hidden in dark cabinets, stacked in untidy piles, getting banged up and scratched. I don't think there is any finer kitchen decor than pots and pans. They belong.

I have always managed to hang our pots in our kitchens, no matter how tiny or goofy
that kitchen may otherwise have been (and we've had our share of tiny or goofy).

For a whole year I've been trying to find the right spot. With 4 doorways, a stair case,
counters, cupboards, freestanding storage -- a big-enough kitchen can seem too-small.

Then ... inspiration. At our last house, we hung pots from a shelf above a window.
We only have one window in this kitchen, and it's over the sink. But, why not?



Whatcha think?


Howard anchored a 4 x 4 between the two cabinets, and screwed in great big stainless steel hooks:

Ta-Da! I can hang enough pots to free up space in my corner cabinet to house the gorgeous stainless steel roasting pan
I bought on sale at Macy's on Friday, and still have room for more stuff!

More stuff . . . was there ever a lovelier phrase? Plus, we already had the 4 x 4 from a previous metamorphosis that
I haven't blogged about yet (not quite complete) so the pot rack was nearly free as well . . . leaving more money for more stuff!

Thanks Howard!

And Happy Father's Day to ALL. -- Cass

P.S. Dion can't do a thing with his hair this morning! Time to go back to sleep.

13 comments:

  1. Love the way you have your pots hanging. That is great!! Happy Father's Day to your hubby. Hope you continue to have a wonderful weekend. Love & blessings from NC!

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  2. Cass, you have such a lovely family! I've been trying to convince Ray that hanging pots are a good thing! His mother never liked the idea and now he's stuck with that thought. The way I cook and teach, it would be perfect for me! I'm going to show him this!
    xoxo Pattie

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  3. Looks good to me. I would love to be able to hang some of mine, but the way my tiny kitchen area is , it is not going to happen. Hope all the Dads are enjoying their day.

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  4. Happy Father's Day to Howard!
    Tell Dion--Bad hair days happen to the best of
    us.

    Happy Sunday!

    Melinda

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  5. A Happy Father's day. Pots? It reminds me of when I was first married. My Dad was from New England. He was helping us in our one room house (yup--it had one room) and he asked my hubby if he had any pots. My hubby said, yes, we have lots of pots under the sink. My Dad gave him a really puzzled look. My dad was saying parts--but it sounded just like pots because of his accent!

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  6. Cass -- it took me a while but I did get the Belmonts -- now, my question for you -- who was named first? --

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  7. I wish my pots were nice enough to display. No way.. they are all ugly.

    Yours look great though.

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  8. Nice ... both the pops' photos and the hanging pots! A nice tribute to father's day, and your pots do look so shiny and new!

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  9. I've been away for a few days, so have had a nice time reading your recent posts. re pots: I love them too! I loved my creuset, and gave them to my nephew when I bought the Caphalon which is my current love..........then of course there are the special for-one-thing sauté pans, ebleskiver pans etc etc!

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  10. I remember this!!! I'm still very fond of Howard in his Turkey shirt and piled under the crumpled papers while napping.

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  11. Nice post for Father's Day. I love your pots hanging at the window. It looks great. I live in an old home (120 years) and we really do lack walls that don't have a door or window. We have far too many doors but that gives character...apparently. My pots go above the island so I can see them. It makes cooking so much faster. Dion looks adorable. I love red-heads and the curls only add cuteness. Have a great week, Cass. Deb =^..^=x5

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  12. Hi Cass,

    What a great post! Love all the pictures of the men in your life! Your new pot "rack" area looks great...I love it! Hope you had a lovely time with your family!

    Miss Bloomers

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  13. Hello Cass,

    What a lovely post. I love your hanging pots! Enjoy a wonderful rest of the week.

    Smiles....

    Beverly

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