So let the tears, swear words, and gushing blood commence! That’s right folks, we’re remodeling again.
For several reasons, we’ve decided that it’s time to tackle the laundry room/closet. Mainly because our clothes are now in three different rooms, the washer and dryer really need to be replaced (especially the dryer which started making weird noises a few months ago. – The damned thing sounds like i’m drying a brick as it tumbles around and around the cylinder. I’m not of course, but the racket is ridiculous.) I would also like to be able to see when I get dressed in the morning. Right now, I can’t see shit since most of the time since Ross is still sleeping. To prove my point, the other day during a break in class I discovered that I did – in fact – have my underwear on backwards. I couldn’t see the tag and definitely didn’t feel a difference with the lace cheeky panties. But there you have it. I need to be able to see in the morning and if my clothes are in the laundry room, GASP, I would be able to see and put them on correctly.
Our first decision was…”We need a new wardrobe.” That quickly morphed into:
“What if we replaced the utility sink with a real sink”
“We’re going to need a new washer and dryer soon. You know, before we get blown the fuck up.”
“Maybe we should replace the door too. Have you been on the fire escape lately? Anyone could kick that thing in.”
“Well, damn. Now, where are we going to store shit?”
And yes, i’m very aware that I’m the only one swearing in this conversation.
This is going to be a longer process than I would like. Mostly due to the fact that we are poor and can’t afford a new wardrobe unit, plus the washer/dryer, and sink replacements all at once. What this means is that one half of my laundry room is going to be AWESOME, while the other looks like shit for a little while longer. Maybe I can convince the ‘rents to help out with the W/D purchase as part of my graduation/birthday present…here’s hoping! And yes, I do expect presents for all major life events. I don’t care how old I am.
Then there’s the door. He’s right though. That thing doesn’t look very safe.
And the sink. Classy…I know. Don’t judge! The last owner was an artist there are a lot of things in this house covered in paint splotches.
Here’s my conundrum. The previous owners painted the register! A vintage brass register and they painted it…LIME GREEN! I don’t think there’s anyway of salvaging it or even restoring it. *sigh*
So, let’s end this on a positive note with some positive affirmations. I am not going to fuck anything up this weekend! We can do this on our own! This will not cost us a small fortune…
Yeah right! How many trips to the hardware store will we make? 6? 10? My bet’s on at least 8. We’ll see.
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