My love of teal knows no bounds.
The absolute best time to repaint your laundry room is the night before you're expecting company. Really, who doesn't want to drag all of their junk out of a room and have their entire house delicately permeated with the scent of fresh paint?
Last week our friend Sandy (and adorable coworker of my husband) texted me that she had some training in Elizabethtown and dreaded driving back and forth from her home in Louisville.
I had an easy solution - come hang out with us and take advantage of our unofficial AirB&B. We of the "let's wear out the hinges on our front door" mindset love visitors. Provided plenty of notice, for reasons that will become apparent by the end of this story.
On Monday, I had this wild idea that our laundry room immediately needed to be repainted. Despite having the paint for two months, it seems like today was THE DAY my brain had picked to make this happen.
I'm pretty lucky to be married to a dude who tolerates my insane need for things to be done during inopportune times.
On Labor Day, we dragged everything out of the laundry room and laid down that beautiful blue painters tape. Luckily, the cat has been scavenging less in the sink lately, so our booby traps seemed to have worked.
On Tuesday, I alternated between painting and watching TikTok videos. Don't judge me. I think they're hilarious. When Brian came home from work, he finished up the edge work and got behind the pesky washer and dryer.
Anyway, this post is short and sweet, because check out this amazing before and after transformation!
Once we got it all cleaned up, I had a bit of an epiphany.
I dig the color teal! At last count, I redid the entire office in it, I have teal curtains in the master bedroom closet, and at least four of my ceramic Christmas trees are teal.
This summer, I even bought some gorgeous teal planters for our front porch and planned to repaint our front door in a shade similar. I bet if Tiffany & Co. were on TikTok, they'd tag me in that choreographed number to Mariah Carey's "Why are you so obsessed with me?"
I need a teal intervention!
Until my husband complains, I'm just going to pretend it's all a coincidence. "Oh wow, I never noticed...how funny." Insert blank stares and crickets chirping.
Once our laundry room was back in place, I freshened up the guest linens and cleaned out the guest bath for our beloved house guest, and fellow cat aficionado. When she arrived later that evening, I had a severe case of nose deafness. I bluntly asked if our house smelled like the back room of Sherwin Williams, but surprisingly, she said no. Or she's too polite.
Someone who was not polite with her nose was the cat, who initially welcomed Sandy with curious sniffs and that playful curvature of her tail, otherwise known as the feline nonverbal cue "I might like you!" Promptly after receiving a treat from Sandy, she must have caught a whiff of Sandy's dog Bailey, because she promptly hissed at her.
Ah, the life of being little Naomi Campbell's handler. It's a thankless job with the occasional threat of physical violence.
After stuffing ourselves senseless at WooHoo's, my new favorite Greek eatery in town, Sandy and I settled in for the night and I shared my last step before considering the laundry room complete.
As most suburban white girls do, I had been browsing on Pinterest when a laundry basket organizer caught my eye. We have a tiny alcove opposite of the dryer which would be perfect for this custom-built piece. I imagined it would inspire me to actually put laundry away, which currently is on a 4-5 business days delay from the dryer to the hangers.
With my husband's impending surgery, I recently had a contractor give me a quote on it. After I picked my jaw up off the floor at the $700 quote, I put it on the back burner until Brian is upright and ready to resume his role as my favorite handyman. And if I get super anxious, I may see if a friend or maybe my dad can make this happen for us. How much can some lumber and paint cost anyway? (And if anyone is willing to help me, I can generously compensate with high-fives and words of affirmation. Plus the pleasure of my company, I mean, honestly, that's priceless).
Until then, I'll just be lugging the laundry baskets from the impossible distance of 15 feet away to the washer and dryer. If I get lost along the way, be sure to tell the people my story.
Thanks for reading!
~Christy
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