The Laundry Room

If you’ve been with us for a while, you may remember that we lived in this house for our first six months without running water.

For the first year, maybe a little longer, Saturday mornings meant loading up the laundry and heading to the local laundromat. There was one upside: you could wash and dry absolutely everything at once and come home with the whole job finished.

Maybe that explains why the laundry room became the very first room in the house we considered “complete.” Or maybe it was simply because it was gross and desperately needed help. Either way, it became one of our favorite projects.

Clark’s aunt and uncle helped Clark build the cabinets, which made the project even more special. They’re painted Sherwin-Williams Jasper Green, with gold decorative knobs, a coordinating drying bar and hangers, and marble floors.

Then came the wallpaper. Dramatic, beautiful, and peel-and-stick. And if you know me, you already know how I feel about peel-and-stick wallpaper. It looks gorgeous. Installing it? Not my favorite.

One of my favorite details is the charcoal drawing hanging on the wall. Clark’s grandfather made it, and until we found it, we had absolutely no idea he had been an artist. Those are the kinds of discoveries that make this house, and everything connected to it, feel even more special.

The room also has one enormous east-facing window. In the mornings, the sun rises right outside it. In spring, birds seem to constantly stop by for a snack, a song, or both. After years of laundromats, construction dust, and unfinished rooms, this is still one of my favorite spaces in the house.

Turns out, doing laundry really isn’t so bad when the laundry room looks like this.