Is it weird that the laundry room was one of the only reasons I didn't want to move out of the original house? Because it really was.
Without that laundry room being so lovely, we would not have been able to buy this new place. Did you know that? You did that for us.
So in your honor, I'm doing my best to recreate-ish that happy room. Each time I start a load of laundry or spray Shout on a stain or wipe off a dog's muddy paws (it doubles as a mudroom in this house), I pray for you. A prayer of thanksgiving, for your good fortune and peace.
Hey, how about some before pictures and a tiny sneak peek during photo since every project takes nine times as long as you would imagine? Of course!
(and in case you're not sure about Cari's ceiling-painting directive, even this little itty bitty portion of a reveal should firmly convince you)
|Super MacGyver props to the genius who decided to use grocery store twisty ties on this curtain...|
And the little bit we've accomplished so far.....
I mean seriously look at that ceiling. Take it aaaaaaaaaaall in. Caulk is your best frenemy, that is no lie.