In our search for a new home we wanted a couple of things: the best elementary school around, single story, walking distance to park/trail/something, big backyard, flat drive way for Dash to ride his bike in, and centrally located between the various stations my husband works at. (ok, there were size and price stipulations too,but you get the idea)
But invariably the houses we looked at came with other things, trends that repeated. There were granite counter tops, a plethora of kitchen cabinets, hardwood and tile floor,
snobby neighbors, jetted tubs, and one of these guys in the kitchen either over the refrigerator or in the island:
And in each house I remember saying “Oh cool, it has a wine rack”
Guess I’m not classy enough but when faced with beer vs wine, beer wins every.single.time.
So for the past week I’ve stared at that spot above my refrigerator wondering what I’m going to do with it. Then this morning I woke up to see this:
Oh yes, some kind soul must have known about my angst and decided to help out. By filling it with a single bottle of Yellow Tail [shudders]. I’m guessing it was my husband partly because he is sweet and likes to fix anything that worries me, but mainly because he’s the only one I can think of that would be in my house after I went to sleep at midnight last night.
Do I follow his lead and fill it with wine I’ll never drink? Or do I spend the next day on Pinterest figuring out alternate uses for wine racks?
What’s your favorite wine?
Any suggestions on what to do with my wine rack?