You knew I was talking about the laundry room, didn't ya? Didn't ya?
Yep. Unspeakable horror.
Welcome back to my room of torture.
I don't clean my laundry room for you, or anybody.
Actually, I did kind of clean that dump up. A little. Just keeping it real.
Perhaps you might remember back in the day when I found this little diddy for inspiration.
Which led me to do this to my wall:
And there I left it.
Perhaps you might have noticed my floor in there.
White linoleum. There's nothing really wrong with it; nothing really right, either.
Didn't help that some moron spilled paint across it.
Wait I think I might have just called myself a moron.
Anywho, after my ceiling planking incident/project,
(you know, this one?)
I said to myself,
"Self, how come I can't do this kind of cheap project on the floor??"
That did not come out right. You know what I mean.
So when Lori at Frugal Farmhouse Design
did just that, I decided to go for it, man. You know, kind of complete that stolen Wisteria look up there. Wide, white planked floors. . . aaahhh.
And here I was after 1 1/2 hours of hard labor. Not the pregnancy kind.
And I am here to tell you, at 10:30 pm, that we are done with the install. It'll get its coat of white wash in the morning.
And, um, since I failed to mention that I was doing this project to thee um, hubby, I hope he likes it too . . .