No, if we're completely honest with ourselves, it's the kitchen pantry.
Have you ever had someone helping you prepare a meal, only to cringe in embarrassment when they walk towards that cupboard? Because you know inside, there is that packet of pasta in a plastic bag with a hole in it. The box of cereal with the cardboard all ripped down one side and soggy on the other, That container of slightly wiffy - whatever it is - just behind the out of date vinegar. Pegs, rubber bands, hair ties, labels and paper stuck to the shelf.
Ok, maybe that's just how my pantry looked - until I decided enough was enough and I finally tackled it with the items I had been
Now, I am not one of those blogging home goddesses that has glitter on their spray bottles and colour coordinated toilet paper holders.
I do not bedazzle, distress or ruffle.
I do bemoan, stress and shuffle things into out of way locations where they can not be seen.
But the kitchen shelves are on display and I do seem to collect spices and jars. So the two came together and exploded one day into a domestic goddess moment.
So I ordered a small alphabet stamp kit, picked up a stamp pad, purchased some craft tags and set to.
The first week I tagged all the big stuff. Rice, pasta, flours and the like. These sit on open shelves so they had to look good. I used many tags, had to buy more. Washed so many jars, had to buy more. I was satisfied. I could survive the apocalypse. For a week or two at any rate.
But not being satisfied with that, I cleared out the tar infested (or whatever it was, let's not dwell on it) pantry and hit the spices and condiments.
For this I used sticky labels and kept hold of salsa and pasta sauce jars. I think it has a rustic appeal.
So now when I am in the kitchen and someone is assisting me, no longer do I cringe. No more do I jump in front of the cupboard or distract visitors with a tap-dance. Never again do I have to invent recipes that consist of tar.
For what was once the most intimate of embarrassing places, is now a domestic goddesses' delight.
For now it is shabby chic, instead of shabby eek.