You wanna know how I know?
That's my back door. It leads into the garage. Notice the washer and dryer are right beside the door and no, there's hardly any room to get through there. Add a laundry basket and you're just plain out of luck.
No woman would EVER design a laundry room a.) this small and b.) beside the most often used entrance/exit in the house.
This had to be a man's doing.
My laundry room is seriously the bane of my existence. I cannot stand it. Normally the dryer is piled with junk (and I really do mean junk) but finally Adam got so sick of it that he cleaned it off. I admit it looks a lot better now, but it's still a pain.
Where do you put the laundry baskets? Where do you fold? It's really, really not practical.
Ok, I'm being nice. I HATE IT. It's always a mess. Which means the hallway outside the laundry room is always a mess...
Add coats, backpacks, bags, shoes, another laundry basket... it's just disaster. And you can imagine how many times I come in carrying a heavy load and run into something. That's when I am at my finest, let me tell ya.
This is the view from INSIDE the laundry room...
I'm not sure if it really captures the closet-like nature of this space. It's impossible. So what happens is, I leave the baskets upstairs until the washer is empty. And the washer is rarely empty because there's usually a basket or two piled on top of it making it a pain to deal with. So, I skip it. Because I know what a hassle it is.
Can you sense I'm not a very patient person? Is that coming across?
What about hangers? Don't get me started on those. Nothing knots my stomach like a doggone hanger.
Not the point. Point is... we're moving the laundry room. Yep. Down another flight into the dungeon that is our basement. In fact, it'll go right there in that corner...
Crazy? Perhaps. Another doorway means another chance to scrape my fingers as I pass through carrying baskets. Another flight of stairs gives me yet another opportunity to slip and fall and break my neck. But the prospect of more room to do the 85 loads I have to do every week is just too appealing.
Especially when it would mean that closet up there would then become a mudroom. Which is what the room off of the back entrance into the garage SHOULD BE.
Anyway, we've talked a lot about finishing our basement. Is it worth the investment? I mean, with the housing market the way it is, we probably wouldn't get that money out of it if we ever decided to move to, oh, I don't know, an old farmhouse in the country surrounded by trees and a pond and a goat.
But Adam is gung-ho. Just look at him go:
when he gets gung-ho about a home improvement project, I just hop on board because I love this stuff! It's so much nicer than having to beg for help. Him wanting to do it means peace, love and harmony for all.
And everyone loves peace, love and harmony.
So up above, he's putting the dry-lock (dry-loc?) on the wall with a monster roller we borrowed from our friend Jon. I am not kidding you when I say that thing probably weighs as much as my husband. It is SO HEAVY. But he did it. He's so muscle-y.
This is what the rest of our basement looks like:
Pretty no?
And this is what the rest of my goofy husband looks like!!
He was probably smiling like that because he got to take a little break and rest his weary arms.
So, on to other house issues. You might remember my living room:
And you might remember my dream rooms:
Ok, so you won't remember them because I just now looked them up. I have TONS of dream rooms. Lots of ideas. I've pretty much given up getting the look I want because I can't do the white woodwork... but tell me, if you were me... what would you do in this room?
I'm planning on getting different slipcovers for my red chairs... but then... I'm lost. Should I pull everything into the center? I should add that it flows right into my dining room and then into my kitchen...
Perhaps you will need additional photos.
I don't know. Maybe I can add some. I just have no idea what to do.
I know one thing though. The next time I buy a house, I want one that was designed by a woman!
