We keep the door closed, but that means when my hands are full of wet garbage, I have to lever open the door with my elbow and hope I can see well enough to get everything in the garbage can. Or I can use my garbage-filled hands to turn on the switch. (Ick) I was constantly having to wipe down the switch.
A few weeks ago I asked my husband to install a motion activated light. A trip to the hardware store and a bit of electrical work, and I have an automatic light in the pantry.
I cannot believe I have lived so long without one.
I don’t have to worry about not being able to see things on the shelves or get everything into the trash can.
Every time I go into the pantry I tell myself how wonderful it is. And so now you know too.
Photo by Melinda Young Stuart