{ Beach Cottage } Vintage Ladder Pot Rack Before After

G'day girls, I've been for my morning walk here at the Beach Cottage, boy it's nice here at the moment, sparkly sea and sun…when I got back here I've been working on the makeover of the WC and making a beach mat for those long looming summer days from a patchwork of quilted fabrics – my first (and could possibly be my last) attempt at a quilt, though I have to say I am mucho proud of myself, have yet to master binding though…eeek.

Anyway, like my beachy pot rack?

As we've put down roots here at the Beach Cottage the very tiny kitchen has overflowed. So I've been thinking for ages that we needed to utilize the space higher up so that I can continue to feed my vintage-cooking-things habit. Thanks to Nigel Slater I am continuously on the hunt for that elusive vintage French milk pan. 'Cos the odds of finding one on the other side of the World are so high …perhaps Floss might be able to help me out there?

Along with a vintage open shelving unit being added to the Most Wanted List to solve the problem I decided I should go down the Pot Rack route.

And after finding a ridiculous amount of old vintage ladders complete with real, money-can't-buy rust, I thought I would, you know, do-it-yourself and whitewash one for a pot rack and try that to ease the kitchen space pain. So nice that it didn't go in landfill and even nicer that it's rustic and not one of those stainless steel trendy ones…oh and just look at how lovely that light fitting is

Getting it on the ceiling definitely took longer than painting it. I of course was supervising, Mr BC was in the loft (with the snakes) and Mr Teenage Beach Cottage was second in command.

I think I've told you before Mr BC's Frank Spencer tendencies, well this little scenario surely made me feel we were in our own live version – Mr BC in the roof with Mr Teenage BC below panicking as the ceiling shook.

Too too funny.

But the result was this and oh-so-much more space down below now. Amazing how much space pots and pans take up isn't it?

And rather than go on about it, I'll be, unusually for me, short and sweet and just say.

I love it.