There are very few pleasures of a distinctly domestic kind that can compare with opening a cupboard and thinking ‘Yes, that is one well organised and good-looking cupboard’. Sad, maybe, but still a source of joy to a domestic whatever (goddess, competent, artist, slut; you choose the moniker)
I have several cupboards in my kitchen that cause this pleasure for me. One is my dried good shelf; see the tins? See the labels? Risotto rice, oatmeal and cous cous all arranged, all lined up. Heart warming.
The baking cupboard is another. I’m not showing you my shelves; they are lovely, but it is the steel shelves fixed to the door that make me smile. Everything arranged at hand and ready to use. Baking is a dream with these.
The red tins came from Matalan years ago but similar may be seen here, while the metal shelves more prosaically are available at Amazon