What difference does the weather make you ask? Well, for me, it means my children spend all day hosing each other off to keep cool and I'm constantly picking up wet, dirty, molding clothes out of the back yard. If you come around my house between May and September, you're likely to get flashed by a streaking child. Don't say I didn't warn you...
Back to the laundry room, let's take a walk down memory lane. Here it is the day we bought the house.
Yuck. Beige and boring. Its right off of the garage and next to my kids rooms so it's easy for them to chuck in dirty clothes from their bedrooms but there was no place to put anything. Here it is today.
Now I have all the storage, folding surface, and hiding spots for Sardines a girl could ask for. I haven't distressed the cabinets yet but I am planning on it. I bought the antique fishing creel at Merchant Square in the corner to hold some flowers. I found all the flowers at Joanns. Surprising, I know. I usually think their flowers look really fake but these aren't bad.
Isn't it the truth though? Wash, Dry, Fold, Repeat. Over and over and over and over... and over. You get the point. I found some boards in my back yard, printed off the font I wanted, traced it with transfer paper, and hand painted it the same color as the cabinets.
That's pretty much it for the laundry room. Oh, here is a picture of what has been shadowing me all morning. I whipped out the camera and heard "cheese... Cheese... CHEEEEEEEESE" so I snapped this. He is pure unadulterated trouble.