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.
Wood.
Curious, I pulled it out.
It’s a large antique mirror.
Quite solid.
Dark wood.
Heavy.
Just my sorta thing!
Score!
joeyfullystated 
“The important part is that I have a laundry room.”—Yes, good point! I remember being a poor college girl having to lug my laundry to the laundry mat. Luckily it was only a few blocks away since I had no car. I just lumped everything together and washed it on cold. Who can afford to separate when you’re short of quarters? A few ‘pink’ transformations, but for the most part it worked out. 🙂
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I trekked to the laundromat until I owned my first house. Sometimes I trekked with two kids and a box of legos, lol! Laundry facilities on the premises are sooooo crucial to living well!
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Boy cats sound like disgusting creatures to live with. Of course the dogs ain’t much better what with the poop eatin.
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Little boys are the most disgusting creatures I’ve cared for, but yeah, dogs are gross 😛
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Was this mirror left by the previous owner? Have you asked it who’s the fairest of them all, just in case?
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Yes, the mirror was left by the previous owner.
I did, but the mirror didn’t answer. It’s kinder that way. 😉
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Quick! Look behind it! Maybe there’s an envelope with even more treasure!
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:O Too scared to look! You shoulda seen me tryin to clean it! Ick! lol
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ahh the delights of buying an old house…treasures can occasionally be found. Nice mirror. And hey, having a laundry room is everything! especially on the first floor….Mine is nondescript but adequate for what it needs to do…
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One day I was hanging out with my grandma at her house (the one I live in now) and I discovered for the first time ever, at the bottom of the one set of stairs going to the basement, just above the landing was a little cubby hole. It almost looked like my grandfather, who built the house, put it there on purpose. It was dirty and had cobwebs older than me in it, but I saw something there. I reached in and pulled out a really old, rusted straight razor. I showed it to my grandma and she had no idea what it was, swore she never saw my grandpa with it, and said it was worthless cause it was all rusty. So I put it back in that cubby hole. It’s gone now. I have no idea what happened to it.
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Didn’t you say before that your house is haunted?
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