That Time I had a Giant Pegboard Hanging in my Kitchen

Last year, we rented a house with a big empty wall between the kitchen and dining room. I knew that was where the coffee bar belonged, but didn’t actually have any furniture or shelving or anything else that would work for it. ⁣⁣

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The house was on stilts, and one day I went underneath to explore. I found sand, lava rock, crabs, electrical wiring, a cheap old desk, and a pegboard. I looked at the pegboard leaning against the desk and immediately, my mind saw them covered with mugs and all the things one needs to fill those mugs with coffee. ⁣⁣

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(Why I saw a pegboard and immediately thought “coffee” is a mystery for another day. I probably just think about coffee too much. Mystery solved.)⁣⁣

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At any rate, it turned out that hanging a pegboard on soft, waterlogged dry wall (also a story for another day) is not that easy. ⁣⁣

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Neither was it easy to find pegs. ⁣⁣

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But a few months later (aka island time), and thanks to my long-suffering husband, I had my pegboard coffee bar. ⁣⁣

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Would I do it again? Probably not. 😄 Our windows were open all the time, blowing in salty air and wet dust, so the mugs were hard to keep clean. I didn’t enjoy seeing all the cords hanging below the desk, but couldn’t find anything affordable or pretty to hide them with. ⁣I would have really liked to have framed it!

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But even so, I loved my coffee wall. It felt good to take throw away objects that weren’t pretty or being used and turn them into something that met our needs and was fun to look at. And I thoroughly enjoyed walking into my kitchen every day and seeing all those colorful mugs hanging there as if to say, “Good Morning!” ⁣