I have an ugly laundry room.
It’s got vintage rose linoleum, some mismatched rugs where the litter box sits, scratched-up white walls, poorly re-painted cabinetry from the 50’s, copper utility pipes crawling out from and scrolling along the walls, duct work overhead — I would show you a photo, but you’d be like, “Uh, that’s not pretty. Don’nobody wanna see that.”
The important part is that I have a laundry room. And laundry facilities. And a furnace. And a hot water heater. And hey, there’s even a wall-mounted pencil sharpener in there!
Fortunately, the laundry room is closed off by a door, in which The Mister carved out a kitty door. This way, no one needs to see the laundry room and our cats can poo without the dog going in to eat their gourmet feline excrement. Yuck!
My MIL fetched me a sweet lil sign for the human door…
One day, I’d like to have obnoxiously feminine wallpaper in there, and return the cabinet to its previous turquoise color, but I haven’t “done” anything in there yet, because well, it’s the laundry room and I don’t exactly hang out in it.
Anyway, Sassy got jam on her white top, so while I was throwin in a load, I called her in, closed the door, handed her a shirt, pointed at her stain, and said, “Gimme this.” While waiting for Sassy to switch tops, I noticed something against the wall, behind the furnace, behind the door I never close from within.
Curious, I pulled it out.
It’s a large antique mirror.
Just my sorta thing!