Laundry Room

I finally found my laundry room yesterday. It was kind of like Columbus discovering the new world, after a long while of struggling through uncharted waters I stumbled upon this amazing little room that beheld strange machines that wash and dry your clothing. Okay, I knew it was there somewhere but it's been awhile since I've been able to get to it without moving tons of stuff and pulling out my climbing gear to get over other stuff. The laundry room has become the "catch-all" for cardboard boxes to recycle and other things to get rid of and boxes of tools and stuff to go out to the shed once we get the doors on etc. It required monumental moving of various things to switch clothes from the washer to the dryer and heaven help you if you dare try to empty the lint trap...
But it will all soon be a happy memory, I decided yesterday that enough was enough. The kiddos helped me load up all of our recycling and when Erik got home for lunch I took it all to Cart'm. Of course I can't go to Cart'm without looking for treasures and I found a beauty yesterday. A bifold door the perfect size for the "door" between the laundry room and the breakfast nook. So $3 for the door and $13 for the hardware (from the local hardware store) and my laundry room is once again hidden but in the best sort of ways. My plan was to get the door up before Erik got home from work to see how long it took him to notice, but Clayton went down for a nap before I could get to the hardware store so while I was waiting for him to wake up I decided the doors needed some artistic embellishments and I wasn't done painting when Erik got home from work. Also the battery was dead on the drill he had left at home and in the end I was really glad for his expert help in hanging the door. It still surprised him when he walked in the door to see my doors laid out on a couple chairs and me leaning over it painting, but he really really likes the finished project and I can't tell you how much it thrills me to have that doorway covered! Ahh, the small things in life. I still have to finish cleaning and move stuff out to the shed but I can see the floor and walk through without wading through junk and banging my shins on every imaginable thing. Who knew a laundry room could inspire such a long blog?