I grew up in a house that had a pantry in the kitchen. It was the size of a small closet; opening the door revealed a few shelves and some storage room on the floor.
It was one of my mother's pet peeves if we left the pantry door open. She was constantly yelling, "SHUT THE PANTRY DOOR!"
Us kids had no idea what was the big deal.
IF you sat in one of the two recliners in our living room situated near our front window, AND glanced into the kitchen which was located across the hall from the living room, you COULD see the pantry door open. FURTHERMORE, my mother was of the belief that people walking by, or coming from church (GOD FORBID) would see our pantry door open! What shame!
In truth, the possibility of this even happening was slim. The front window had a large awning that came down quite low. The only time it was even remotely possible to see in our house was if it were evening, the drapes were open, all lights were on, and the pantry was open. Even then I think you would have had to have "Go-Go-Gadget" Eyes!
Now I have a pantry of my own. It's a nice walk in one with a "ta-da" light that turns on as soon as I walk in. But guess what folks?
It bothers me when the damn pantry door is open!
We live on a fairly busy street. I'm not saying the cars would be able to see inside my house.
But there is a nice bike/walking path about 20 feet from my sliding doors. I keep my blinds open during the day. If my kitchen light is on, and the pantry door is open?
Yep! I'm bothered by it!
Yet I know I'm crazy!
Here's a photo of the pantry door open taken right in my kitchen. You can really see things.
Okay now this is a photo of the pantry door open taken from my dining room. Much better and a little less distinguishable, yes?
So I'm guessing by the time I add opened blinds, glass doors, and 30 feet, there won't be much to see.
And if it weren't raining out there right now, I'd be tempted to go outside and take a picture of my kitchen from the path.
But I can't help it. Every time I shut that pantry door, I will think of my Mom.
God help me I've become my mother. And it really isn't so bad. You were right, Mom!