I am not too proud to share that a reoccurring fantasy of mine is to have a laundry room like these.
All the other mother's would say "She knows her way around the laundry room, if you know what I'm sayin'."
I mean, REEEEALLY? Fresh flowers in a laundry room? I have raunchy soccer cleats smelling up my laundry room. Really.
Three is never a crowd! Do I spy with my little eye three machines? Genius.
Thank goodness for the "laundry" sign above the window. I might have been confused, otherwise.
Be.still.my.heart. This is my favorite. I love a purdy table to fold my laundry on. Although, I haven't seen the table surface of my own since 1997.
REEEEEALLY? Is a laundry room really supposed to have artwork? And granite? And, what's with the mirror? Have you ever once stopped to check yourself out while folding undies? If I had this laundry room, I would wear the undies on my head and do a happy dance for myself in that mirror!
I predict that the next laundry room trend will be a mini-bar, a wine fridge or maybe even a built in keg spout. Ladies, we work hard and dog gone it, we deserve it.
My laundry room is in our basement, aka "THE DUNGEON". It is right next to the room we affectionately call "Mrs. Bates' room." (Yes, we are saving for therapy)
Instead of swooning or polishing the granite or arranging fresh flowers, my laundry room makes me feel like:
How about you? Do you know your way around the laundry room?
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