As promised…  Because I know literally none of you were salivating in anticipation…  I thought I’d get this up quickly before I head out.

Pictures of my mother’s laundry room.  The rest of her house is lovely all the time. But for some reason, Mom was using the laundry room as a dumping ground.  Honestly, the “before” pictures don’t really do it justice.  There were hundreds of spiders (and their webs), mold and mildew on the walls, many loads of laundry and items to be ironed, mice nesting in her wetsuit, trillions of screws and nails and tools strewn everywhere, mouse droppings everywhere, literally 80% of the floor covered in STUFF… It was really just atrocious.

So I fixed it! 

Took me ages to organize and throw stuff away, and bundle coats and shoes and clothes for Goodwill, and then to clean all the spider-mouse-bug crap outta there.  But I DID IT. 

Yay!

So, without further ado…

BEFORE & AFTER PICTURES! 

^The area supposed to be for folding laundry was home to everything from mouse poop to a sewing machine to a television to books to a broken Brita filter…

And here it is after…

^Sorry for the shoddy pictures, btw.  I borrowed my mother’s camera and I can’t work it right.  I miss MY camera.  *sniff*  Anyway, hey, look, you can actually fold laundry  there now!  I even hung the random hangers I found around the room on the rod underneath the table.  To remind my mom that the rod is there for a purpose.  And as you can see, while I am nice, I am not THAT nice. Because I left a basket of her ironing there for her to do.

^I can’t even begin to explain this. So I won’t try.  It’s just embarrassing.

And here it is after…

^Would you lookit that… Better.  I would still want to fix those shelves, but she wouldn’t let me throw anything else away…

^Here is that whole side of the room in one shot… Before…

And after…

^ I’m supposed to be taking the paintings, but I need to get them to a framer first. That’s why they’re still sitting there. 

^Last but not least, the actual washing machine/dryer area. If you look closely, you will see a bottle of maple syrup and a bottle of wine on the shelf with the detergent.  I don’t know, man, maybe she was filming one of those “Look how well it gets out a red wine stain!” commercials for her own private use?  I don’t like to think too hard about these things.

ANYWAY.  Here it is after.

^I realized, after I’d left, that this shot doesn’t include the shelf…  I promise you it’s clean and organized, and free of food and adult beverages.  The area is not, however, free of the mat knife I left on the dryer.  My bad.  Pretend it’s not there. (Also can someone tell me if it’s mat knife or matte knife?  I’ve seen it both ways and google won’t tell me which is correct.  Kthnx.)

I’m quite proud of myself.  Now the laundry room matches the rest of the house in terms of prettiness, order, and cleanliness.  Sweeeeeeeet.

My mom said, “Holy shit.  HOLY shit.  Holy SHIT” over and over and over again when I finally finished and showed it to her.  Even at 27 years old, parental approval still feels good. *beams*