I hate to say it, but my interest in blogging is waning a bit. My schedule is fuller, my to-do is longer, and with the largest changes made at the Cottage, the things to share are less exciting.
I mean, this post is going to be about our laundry nook. Case in point, yes?
But it is a lovely change worth a slight bit of bragging, so please indulge me:
The laundry nook is in the basement, which no one would ever call a thing of beauty. This is the only photo I have of it from before we moved in:
On one of her first visits, Mama J. painted the basement floor. I would have never thought of that, but she has a particular distaste for unpainted concrete floors. She wages war on them, really. So we moved in, and a few weeks later my mom arrived and labored away in the basement, producing a uniformly grey floor. It made a big difference, and seeing as I didn’t have to put forth any effort, it’s a project I love dearly.
Early decor was based haphazardly around leftovers. I painted the drywall and the cabinets with whatever we had on hand, and found home for homeless artwork. Eck, please excuse all the laundry.
That mystery door leads into John’s office:
Laundry is mostly my chore, and I have an elaborate sorting system that utilizes 11 baskets. (Putting that degree to use!) It’s a thing of art, really.
(I had the foresight to remove our laundry for this round of photos).
With the help of my dear mama, we filled in the cracks in the concrete wall, then painted the previously-mint-green boundaries + brick pillars white (using concrete paint, natch). The shelving were repainted in white, and we repaired the built-in-ledge (on which the baskets rest) to give it a solid top and painted it to match the rest of the nook. I consolidated the artwork, and touched up the concrete floor.
It’s amazing how brighter and cleaner the entire nook feels now. White paint for the win!