I neglected to mention something when we discussed this travesty last week.
Good grief it just gets worse every time I look at that picture.
It's not just that this was a "close the door and fuggedaboutit" type of room. We had given up on this room. We weren't even shamed into cleaning it when we had company over. Friends? Family? An appraisor? It didn't matter. We never cleaned it.
I guess it took me posting this picture to finally, finally feel shamed enough to exorcise the demons in here.
And I'll tell ya, with how tired I was from the whole "other" house scenario, I am shocked that I got all up on this disaster like I have. Shock. Ed.
First stop? Well, clean it, duh. That was a project all in itself. You do realize that "cleaning", for me at least, is just rearranging the junk to some other place, don't you?
Cabinets. I am so proud to say that I hung this cabinet all by myself. My entire body was shaking as I heaved it up there. It was like Ahnuld. You know the Arnold yell he does in every movie? I'd love to do my re-enactment if you were here for reals. Jeffro does a real good Ahnuld impression, too.
The hubs and I hung the rest together, and when we were finished. . . we nearly cried.
Held each other for a long, long time.
Or we would have if we were that freaking lame. But we're not.
It probably more went something along the lines of "Wow that looks so much better."
And then I smacked his bum and we walked away.
Did you notice that I decided to throw in some left over glass tile up there, too? This whole thing is just snowballing! And don't get excited! It's not going to make a page in Better Homes & Gardens. I'm not promising a beautiful laundry room. I am promising a less embarrassing laundry room. And that is all one can hope for!
I'm even happy that I've found the tops of the washer 'n dryer, here. I never thought I would see them again. . .
A word on the washer and dryer. Notice that they don't match. Thanks for noticing. Your noticing has been noted. It's a long story, and it has to do with wanting to use up and basically kill that dryer before we replaced it with our other one. And it's about murdered, so I expect it to be traded this week.
Confession: I don't love my front-loading washer. I just don't. Do you love yours? 'Cause next time I buy I'll probably just go with the moldy oldy kind.
Now, let's talk plans of this little laundry room/mudroom of mine.
I solemnly swear that I will keep it clean from NOW ON. And then there needs to be a place for the Iron Maiden to go, too. Because this is a room of torture, isn't it??
Oh, hehe. My mistake. I just assumed.
Pulling up vinyl off the subfloor. This is what I am currently up to. Whole new flooring in here. It'll be a different place. Maybe a little less torture-y. But I highly doubt it.