You've Come A Long Way, Baby: Laundry Room

A view of our new house, past and present. A reminder of how far we've come, and a morale-booster for the upcoming weekend of work.

This one is different. For starters, our so-called "laundry room" wasn't even a laundry room when we began. It was a kitchen. And, well, it still isn't much of a laundry room. But at least there's a washer and dryer in the room! Not hooked up yet, but, well, it's a journey, okay?

A journey of a thousand steps. We primed over those hideous colors. We scraped the paint off the tile. We brought the stove downstairs. Then we had this.

Then we tore out the cabinets, and cut the tile out of the wall. The tile wasn't going to leggo of the drywall, even with coaxing, so we saved ourselves some time and just cut the whole area out. Much faster.

Then Patrick started patching.

He patched and he patched.

Then he tore the cruddy vinyl up off the floor. He had to move the washer and dryer to accomplish this.

We were summarily shocked to discover fairly decent wood flooring underneath. I figured it'd match the wide-plank pine in the rest of the upstairs, but no.

So, yeah. I think a more appropriate title for this post would be, You've Come a long way, baby, and you still have a loooong way to go. Like I said, it's a journey.

We're taking a little break from the house this weekend. Patrick has beaucoup gigs, and I have boxes to pack, and a deadline to meet. It's okay to have a break every now and then, right?