So remember when we went shopping for a new washer and dryer?
Well… we decided on one. Or should I say Cason did.
I was working downstairs a few nights ago when Cason bounded down with an ear-to-ear grin and announced that he had just bought us a new washer and dryer online.
I went into a good 10 second “shopping for a washer and dryer moments” montage in my mind, remembered how awful it was, how I couldn’t make a decision to save my life, how sweaty I got when I flipped up price tags and started comparing them to the same amount that a new Pottery Barn sectional for our empty basement would be…
…and decided that I would let this impromptu purchasing without my final ‘ok’ decision, slide.
Now that our new washer and dryer were on their way, it was time to get rid of the old ones. We knew that our old dryer needed some work and that these machines were 10+ years old, so we weren’t looking to make any money off of them; just trying to find someone who wanted to fix them up and more importantly… take them off of our hands.
Luckily, the day before our new set was due to arrive a friend decided that she wanted to scoop them up to replace her pair that were over 18 years old.
It was a win, win for everyone!
That night Cason started deep cleaning our empty laundry room.
Of COURSE visions of planked walls, wallpaper, cabinets and a new floor flashed vividly in my mind, but THIS time, knowing that our entire DIY budget was just spent on a new washer and dryer…I kept it to myself.
Due to a leak in our washing machine hose at one point, we had a portion of the wall and baseboard that needed replacing and fixing… so like a good wife, I went to get the supplies. As I was gathering things Cason stepped out into the garage and said “Don’t worry about it, I’ll do it in the morning before the delivery guys come.” I asked if he was sure, he gave me a “yeah, it’s fine”…and then that was that.
Fast forward to the next morning. I had to leave to visit some of the ladies from our church for a few hours and when I came back, this is what I found…
Now let’s stop here for a minute, so I can address a couple of things.
#1. I DO NOT “make” my husband do projects.
It’s so funny to me when women leave comments on our blog or FB page that say things like:
“Oh gosh, ANOTHER makeover? My husband would have left me by now for sure!”
“Jeesh, don’t you ever give that guy a break?”
Do those of you who think like this REALLY believe that I MAKE my guy do projects like these!? PSHHH! Flip the switch people! It’s ME he pulls into all this crazy DIY mess most of the time! And the thing is, he doesn’t really ask… he just… does.
(hence the story about how “we” finally made our new washer and dryer purchase, lol)
This situation pictured above is the PERFECT example of how about 75% of our DIY projects start.
Me – Dreaming up possibilities and chatting with Cason about them.
Him – Usually quiet, sometimes interjecting a few suggestions here or there.
Me – Budgeting, pinning, researching, etc…
Him – Quiet.
Me – Leaving the house for more than 2-3 hours.
Him – Starting the project without me knowing and getting so far into it, that there is really no other option than to just keep going.
Now, I’m definitely not playing innocent here. I’ve had my share of sporadic DIY moments too, but Cason will tell you, MOST of our last-minute, jump-into-it-head-first-without-looking-back projects… are HIS idea.
This leads me to my second point.
#2. The laundry room is really HIS domain and not mine.
Once upon a time I used to do laundry.
Then one day… I didn’t.
As I hang my head in shame (and jump up in a full-blown heel-clickin’ celebration), I will admit that Cason finally insisted that HE be in charge of washing and folding the clothes in our house; for a couple of different reasons:
* I regularly forgot about laundry sitting in the washer, and inevitably would always have to end up washing the same load of clothes twice to get the mildewy smell out.
* I never remembered to check for “line dry only” clothes and would shrink about half of his AND my shirts, ruining them every time.
* I couldn’t master the “Christine Smith folding method”.
Listen up ladies and gents, I will have you know that there is a VERY specific way to fold underwear, socks and pants. Apparently Cason’s Mom required him to master this technique early on in his childhood and clothing folded any other way… well, that’s just not gonna work around here. LOL
He doesn’t make a big deal out of it, but I once realized after I had done the laundry (as a favor to HIM, because he was so busy with other things) that he had gone back and RE-folded both his AND my entire sock and underwear drawer.
Sleeping with the enemy, much?
Soooo, even though I wasn’t REALLY surprised that Cason had jumped into a total laundry room remodel while I had left the house, I WAS worried that he had started only about an hour and a half before our new washer and dryer were due to be delivered.
Have no fear though, between the both of us we got two coats of satin white on those walls and juuuuust enough of our favorite peel and stick wood-look-a-like flooring down to make room for that new washer and dryer, RIGHT in the nick of time.
In fact, when the delivery guy saw the space he said, “Oh… uh, are you ready for us?”
Cason responded with, “Heck yeah! Can’t you tell? Bring ’em in!”
dang, I love that husband of mine. ha! That poor delivery guy probably thought we were nuts
So here I am, keepin’ it real.
Welcome to my laundry room as it is today:
A half finished floor.
Plain white walls with nothing cool or interesting on them.
and really no plan as to what’s going on/over them yet
A ruined exterior door from where I peeled vinyl off. (about 3 years ago)
Note to self: Follow your OWN directions on the instruction paper and wait at LEAST 48-72 hours before applying vinyl on a freshly painted surface. Doh!
The WRONG washer and dryer.
arrrg, we discovered this about 2 loads into our mountain of laundry, when Cason realized that a few of the settings he was looking forward to using weren’t actually there.
A light that now casts the craziest, creepiest shadows ever!
Can you see it? I purposefully left the picture above unedited, so you could get a good idea of how awful the lighting is in this space to look at AND photograph, now that the walls are all white.
Oh! and yes, this photo was taken in the middle of the day.
Now you ask:
What’s the plan!?
Meh… (shrug) we dunno.
I voted for some more thick white planks to keep the space as airy and bright as possible and Cason can’t get past his idea of colored cabinetry that provides lots of “laundry room stuff” storage. So at this point, we’re still just in the ‘dreaming up ideas’ stage.
One thing we BOTH agreed on, was that it was time for a new light that could send off a softer all over glow instead of dark shadows, and so when we stumbled on this one at Lowe’s for only $90, we thought we’d give it a try.
Cason shortened the chain and swagged the entire fixture over about 8 inches (to center it a bit more like the other one was) and ta-da! We’ve got a trendy, not-too-expensive, more modern (that’s Cason’s favorite part), softer glowing lighting fixture for our space!
It’s not a great picture, but you get the idea.
According to our appliance company it’s gonna be a little while before they can get us our correct machines and who knows when we’ll actually get around to finishing up this little laundry room, but hey, that’s how us DIY’ers roll… am I right?
Start one project at full speed, get to the point where you can live with it and then move on to the next free idea until your budget increases.