DIY Laundry Room Re-Vamp!

As mentioned previously, Chance and I bought a 1970's farm house a couple of months ago. I bet the distributors of wood paneling are STILL living high on the hog because apparently is was all the rage during that decade. 

I'm not one to decorate a laundry room, but when you spend as much time in one as I do mine, you don't want to be swallowed by brown. Before Chance flipped it the were brown paneling walls, brown faux wooden laminate, brown doors, hell even the DOORKNOBS were brown. Oh and I just remembered the brown crown molding. So glad they threw that fancy touch in. There were double cabinets on either side of the window that Chance had already taken down before I got a picture. I'll give you ONE guess as to what color they were. (Hint: rhymes with Crown)

Before: 

I chose a deep blue for the walls. Chance thought I was crazy for selecting a darker color for a room that's not too terribly large, but with the window and a (soon to be) white door on each wall, I was confident. 

I'm CRAZY about it! 

Chance had this old door in his shop, so he slapped a couple coats of paint on it and it became my counter. 

HOLY LAUNDRY BASKETS. Everyone has their own "clean" basket that they take to their rooms to put up after everything has been washed. Yes, there really are that many of us! Chance and I share a laundry basket because we don't have 12 foot ceilings and he likes to live out of his clean basket. You remember how we all did that in college? He never really shook that habit and his would stay filled, so I put all of his clothes up while doing mine. I bitch about it under my breath and put hexes on everything while I do it, too. 

Each basket has the kid's name on the handle, and is hung by a screw, which is surprisingly strong enough to hold them up even when they're filled to the brim, as they usually are!

Here's Chesney's full of clothes, shoes and two full sized towels. 

I realize one basket is blue while the others are white but when it starts to bug me I'm reminded that there are people dying all over the world and I have bigger issues to worry about. 

To make up for the loss of storage space after removing the cabinets, Chance built a shelf with drying rod on the perpendicular wall. Perfect!

Until the next project, I'll leave you with this vision in a tuxedo Tshirt. 

Xoxo

Lo 

This is why we can't have nice things!

Have you ever heard that phrase "Sometimes I open my mouth and my mother falls out!"? (Trumped only by my friend Matt's "he opened his mouth and a purse fell out." But that's another post entirely.)

I've been experiencing this quite a bit here lately. The most recent event happened this morning when I went to brush my teeth and noticed my eyelash curler in the sink. Not too terribly strange, but upon further inspection I realized it's not exactly in the condition I left it in. 

I'm not even going to waste my time asking around to see how it met its untimely death because I'm positive that "no one" has "a clue" as to what happened. 

On Sunday my girls were all playing in my make up, which is fine, until I realized that the shortest one went a little emo on me. 

Would it have been too much to ask her to waste the $7 Voluminous instead of the $30+ Younique? That's what I get for having nice things. SILLY ME. 

Friday afternoon REALLY got the ball rolling. My dear, sweet, wonderful husband ran to the store really quickly to get me a Cherry Coke while I was getting ready to head to the football game. He's so considerate. Sure wish he had considered his surroundings when he put my beautiful, brand new (to me!), suburban into drive and nailed a pole. 

Look, even the dogs are upset. God love him. He was so upset and worried I would be mad. Okay he was right because I was PISSED but I tamped it down. We haven't even made a single payment on it yet! I knew he required a lot of extra love when I got into this deal though. I'll just have to burn his dinners for a few more days to get the hate out of my heart. 

Yall, THIS IS WHY WE CANT HAVE NICE THINGS!

Xoxo

Lo